Volcano - Shy Glizzy

Geraldo Live on the track

Uh

Young Jefe, holmes

GG

Yeah

Okay, shout out to them robbers and them motherfuckin' shooters

I come from the bottom like the motherfuckin' sewer

Baby, I’m a rapper slash entrepreneur

I break a bitch down then act like I never knew her

At least you don’t feel this pain, shawty, you gon' be okay

I put it on everything, I just lost a hundred K

Gotta make another hundred, flip that shit a hundred ways

Bitch, that AR got a hundred, you don’t wanna see it spray

You tryna get tossed, girl, that’s your call

She like my drawers, they Hugo Boss

Fuck a hater, bitch, we ball

Middle fingers to all of y’all

Nigga, you want some beef or nah?

That ain’t my dawg but I keep the dog

When I unleash the dog I come through like Steve Seagal (Yeah, bah)

Come through like Steve Seagal, state prop' like Beanie Sigel

Crack baby, scared of needles

Bitch from Philly fly like an eagle

Your bitch ain’t scared to leave you

No, she never said she need you

She told me, «Go 'head, shoot your shot, nigga, I ain’t scared to D you»

Ruff, I’m a wolf, bitch, I’m runnin' with the pack

Run off with the pack, your hands get chopped off with an axe

Ridin' in the Maybach and you know I’m laid back

You ain’t seen no shit like this since way, way back

1942, you know what we be on

But when I’m over at Diddy’s house, then we drink DeLeon

Sound like a tiger roaring when I turn my engine on

Yeah, your bitch just text me, she ain’t got no panties on (Oh)

Ain’t from the struggle, I ain’t really understanding y’all

Used to hit the corner store and run out with a candy bar

Now a nigga richer than an owner and a manager

They like, «Glizzy, why you don’t fuck with the cameras?»

They say I’m blowin' up, yeah, like a volcano

Shout out my mama, she told me not to fuck with lame hoes

They want drama, yeah, well go get the Draco

I shoot just like Klay, woah, boy, that shit ain’t no joke

Shirt on my shoulders, bitch, you know it’s Off-White

I don’t drink soda, not unless it’s dirty Sprite

I done got older, now these bitches think I’m wise

Can’t be talkin' with these guys 'cause I think these niggas wired

This for all you pussies, told you I was comin' back

I dropped that Fully Loaded but still got a lot of shots

Come to DC and you gon' get your ass taxed

You play with GG and you gon' get your ass whacked

Long live 30 30, scream that shit out 'til I’m buried

Them millions, had to hurry, for a minute, I was getting worried

I ain’t goin' back to wakin' up in the trap early

I ain’t goin' back to wakin' up in the trap dirty

Free my lil' brother, he over the jail fightin' a murder

Free my OG, got indicted for them birdies

Nigga, I be runnin' through the money, Todd Gurley

I wake up every morning, fuck my bitch, and do my burpees, yeah

Nigga, I be runnin' through the money, Todd Gurley, hahaha

I wake up every morning, fuck my bitch, and do my burpees, oh

They say I’m blowin' up, yeah, like a volcano

Shout out my mama, she told me not to fuck with lame hoes

They want drama, yeah, well go get the Draco

I shoot just like Klay, woah, boy, that shit ain’t no joke

Shirt on my shoulders, bitch, you know it’s Off-White

I don’t drink soda, not unless it’s dirty Sprite

I done got older, now these bitches think I’m wise

Can’t be talkin' with these guys 'cause I think these niggas wired