(Nas just does it better)
Graow, graow bang
[Chorus]
Word to bro, I'm 'bout to start glitchin'
Oh, that's a Rip? I start flickin'
Like, I caught a tag from a distance
G a remote the way I start clicking (Grah grah)
No slips (Grah grah), we wasn't winning (Grah grah)
Gave her the key, my brother started flinching (Grah grah bang)
Free Savv G, he come home, I'ma clip him
Chest shot, like JayRip him
[Verse]
Headtap, do him like Nazzy
How many Loccas that's down in the lobby
Spin through the Rey, I'm looking out for Gotti
48 gang, he thought I was a Masi
C-Hii died, was lacking for the cotty (C-Hii)
.40 so loud he thought it was a shotty (Baow baow)
(Like, .40 so loud I couldn't hear the sirens like)
He sent the lo, oh I got it
Like, backing out G while I'm driving
I'm on the way, to the violence
I bet I pack a nigga like I'm Rodgers
Bro said he Crip, oh I got him
He with the Jets, I'm throwing at the pilot
If they outside, then nobody surviving
Deuce-five, bet I treat it like a rocket
I got deuces on court, I could knock down a bear
Tagging up arteries, when I flare
Preme got shot in the car cause he had it in park, and I swear the Cuzzys didn't care
Ain't have a G, told me cousin to share
Like first drill, I ain't know what to wear
I got this pole on my hand, I got years, I've been training, man down when I run into Mir
[Chorus]
Word to bro, I'm 'bout to start glitchin'
Oh, that's a Rip? I start flickin' (I start flickin', nigga)
Like, I caught a tag from a distance
G a remote the way I start clicking (Grah grah bang)
No slips, we wasn't winning
Gave her the key, my brother started flinching
Free Savv G, he come home, I'ma clip him
Chest shot, like JayRip him
(How many Loccas that's down in the lobby, nigga)
(Graow, bang)
(SOAK, all that Crip shit to my dick, nigga)
(Suck my dick (Graow graow, bang))
Glitchin was written by SK Sweep.
Glitchin was produced by Nas Wicked.