Live Up To The Hype

Текст песни Shy Glizzy - Live Up To The Hype

Live Up To the Hype Lyrics[Intro]
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BNYX
Young Jefe, Holmes, yeah

[Chorus]
Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we livin' like
That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off because I wasn't feelin' right
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise, long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit, I ain't have to write
[Verse]
Okay, Glock on 2Pac and pockets on Biggie
Send them hittas to your block and they gone drop a buck fifty
Fuck you mean, you ain't heard of me
Bitch, it's Glizzy Glizzy
Yeah, you remember you was swervin' me
Now bitch show me your titties
Had to fast forward to a badder bitch
Stamps on my passport, places you ain't never been
Check my watch, that's a skeleton
Go ask the block, I'm a veteran
Vete-Mahns… you call it Vetements
Girl, you irrelevant
I want the better friend
Anthony Davis in the paint, fly like a pelican
I drink my medicine
Yeah, I'm so elegant

[Chorus]
Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we livin' like
That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off because I wasn't feelin' right
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise, long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit, I ain't have to write
[Verse 2]
Uh, oh, here I go
They tryna front like they ain't know
Your favorite rapper, he a hoe
Yeah, I'm a trapper, that's 'til I go
I'm with your bitch, yeah that's my hoe
I'm sending hits, from up the road
I never told, won't sell my soul
Nigga, is you with the shit, promise me you'll never fold
Remember I went in his spot and brung a half a brick back
Then I had to click-clack cause niggas be on get back
We was in a kickback, listening to Dipset
A nigga had to get rack, I ain't with the chit-chat

[Chorus]
Grab that pistol tight, same shit different night
These streets'll take your life, yeah, that's what we livin' like
That booty super soft, that thing be sitting high
I had to cut her off because I wasn't feelin' right
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
I promise, long as they print money I'ma be alright
And no, I never been the type to live up to the hype
Yeah, I'm just talkin' all this G shit, I ain't have to write2