Ay Ay Ay

[Intro: Shy Glizzy]
(Itsnelll on the beat, nigga)
Ooh

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
I grip on that metal, I'm a Glizzy Gang rebel
I don't want no fame, that shit don't make me feel special
40 on my waistline and forty on my bezel
I rep that Tre-7, yeah, know that's forever
You know it's really North End, got 'bout fifty in my cargos
All blue hundreds like I came from Wells Fargo
Double cup the color purple, bitch, no, I ain't Harpo
Hop on the jet with a million cash, bitch, I feel like Ralo
And all that shit you doin' on the internet, that ain't gangster, though
Remember I snaked you for your gat, but that was ages ago
A nigga play with me once, he in the grave for sure
Don't ask my shooters what they want, just, "What you waitin' for?"

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
"Hello, how you doin', sir?" I tell 'em, "Mighty fine"
If it ain't 'bout no money, ain't got no time
Show you how to make a hundred off a three-point-five
'Cause I know if I told you, you would probably think I'm lyin'
Come and get a chicken from me, know them bitches fryin'
Her ass is ridiculous, I hit it from behind
I put that dick inside her and she go, "Aye, aye, aye"
I don't know 'bout your niggas, but mine gon' ride, ride, ride

[Verse 2: 3 Glizzy]
Been playin' with guns since I was little
Don't need validation, I'm official
Niggas ain't killers, they shootin' incidental
I pull up presidential
Ridin' 'round with that [?][1:29], ain't ridin' with no pistols
Tryna knock somethin' off, we don't play around, get with you
I grew a brick in a minute, I auction all these bitches
New glizzy, the switch in, uh-uh, nah, I don't fuck with no snitches
White bitch got no rhythm, fuck her, I ain't even get her digits
I ran up me a ticket, trap goin' crazy, I'm servin' up midget
Might be too late when they get it, think that's 12, time to hit it
Already know I was gon' get it, tryna fuck both of them bitches
I hit it and quit it, put the bitch in submission
Suck that dick, she gifted, already knew she was with it

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
"Hello, how you doin', sir?" I tell 'em, "Mighty fine"
If it ain't 'bout no money, ain't got no time
Show you how to make a hundred off a three-point-five
'Cause I know if I told you, you would probably think I'm lyin'
Come and get a chicken from me, know them bitches fryin'
Her ass is ridiculous, I hit it from behind
I put that dick inside her and she go, "Aye, aye, aye"
I don't know 'bout your niggas, but mine gon' ride, ride, ride