24 Nate - Glizzy Up (feat. G Herbo)

I’m the only lil nigga sending shots
Used to break down the pack, run down on chops
While you played in the park, I played with glocks
Niggas dick ride for clout I’m really hot
All this cooking I do, don’t need no pot
Bitch I put on this drip and watch it drop
He put out a new track now watch it flop
Writing take to much time straight off the top (Uhhh)
They blame me for his death so I can’t grieve
Mommy still in the hood so I can’t leave
SRT skrtt the tires on cops, I never freeze
Trapped all night for these diamonds on my tee
I’m authentic they know I’m not no clone
Spinning with it, that boy won’t make it home
Should’ve took it, he should’ve had his pole
This the hood where them reapers take your soul (Uhhh)
Free my bro niggas moving like tekashi
Made a wave got a flow, them niggas copy
Back to back, break the spot it’s me and gotti
I done ran up some shit, im moving catious
Lead the dogs ain’t no barking while I’m talking
He told me what he on my shooters off it
Just dropped a tape I got some more shit
Get clapped bitch I’m back bet they dont want this
Don’t make a bet, you can’t get back
She wanna fuck with the gang we got big packs
Got a new glizzy it kick back
She riding with me it go with her new bag
Better watch what you say in that distrack
A lotta opps die for talking shit
Kill him and the niggas who he with
He try to run, bet them bullets make him trip (Uhhh)
Every glizzy up, glizzy up
Every glizzy up, glizzy up
Every glizzy up, glizzy up
Every glizzy up
I was in the trenches with big bro
Trapping hitting licks, not kick doors
When the oppas see us they get low
Bullets go through houses and windows
Really wanna kill him I’m rich tho
Send my youning, hit him the shit load
Hood talking round, how they did folks
Whole lotta shit that they didn’t know
N-No limit running the city
Whole lotta hunnits and fifty’s
Whole lotta oppas and semis
Whole lotta thirty’s and semis
Glock got a thirty it’s with me (Aye)
I got a gun in the burbs
I got a gun in the city
I got a lil baby glock that I walk around with
Just in case ain’t no rumbling with me
I got security, but this FN on my waist everyday still be keeping me safe
I caught a case on the news nigga play
Think I’m worried bout a case point it right in ya face
I got a safe full of blues just in case I don’t get to the bank put it right in the safe
No limit don’t play by the rules
Nigga die anyday bout my jewels (Aye)

Written by:
Nathan Parker

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