[Intro: FBG Cash]
Yah, yah
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek, yeah (Boom, boom)
And these hollows, you can meet, yeah (Bah, baow-baow-baow-baow)
Boy, I put this on the G, yeah
Boy, this Glizzy on fleek, yeah ([?] what's up, man?)
And these hollows, you can meet, yeah (Diesel, what's up [?])
Boy, I put this on the G, yeah (Shittin' on niggas, man, No More Free Cash 2)
[Chorus: FBG Cash & FBG Young]
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Yeah)
And these hollows you can meet (Yeah)
Boy, I put this on the G (Yeah)
You can get put on a tee (Yeah)
All these hitters stay with me (Ooh)
So don't never play with me (With me)
All their bitches stay on me (Oh, no)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Ayy)
And these hollows you can meet (Ayy)
Boy, I put this on the G (Ooh)
You can get put on a tee (Ooh)
All these hitters stay with me (With me)
So don't never play with me (It's Young...)
All their bitches stay on me (...GoDumb)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
[Verse 1: FBG Young]
And that Glizzy stay with me
All walk-ups when we creep (Young)
You will get F-ed up you T up with a G (Get on him)
And these bitches be on me (Young)
Put 'em on a leash (Get back)
I ain't cuffin' nothin' (No, no), relationships ain't for me (No-no, no-no)
Twitter bitch (Huh), you're such a birdie (I let 'em fly)
Ballin' like I got on James' jersey
That's Worthy, these bitches ain't worth nothin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
I went to sleep with my bands (With my bands)
I bought a drum with my bands (With my bands, hehe, ha)
I'm smokin' opp dead mans, damn (Smoke his ass, damn)
Run up, this bitch spin like a fan, yeah
[Chorus: FBG Cash, FBG Dutchie, and FBG Cash & FBG Dutchie]
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Yeah)
And these hollows you can meet (Yeah)
Boy, I put this on the G (Yeah)
You can get put on a tee (Yeah)
All these hitters stay with me (Ooh)
So don't never play with me (With me)
All their bitches stay on me (Oh, no)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Ayy)
And these hollows you can meet (Ayy)
Boy, I put this on the G (Ayy)
You can get put on a tee (Ayy)
All these hitters stay with me (Ayy)
So don't never play with me (Ayy)
All their bitches stay on me (Ayy, huh)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
[Verse 2: FBG Dutchie]
Bro, this Ruger be on fleek (That Rug')
And Cash got the Jeep (That creeper)
But Young got that knock-your-fuckin'-head-to-your-feet (That what? That what? That what?)
Call him Jason Voorhees (Woo)
Knock your block off (Ayy)
That blow you down, break you down, and pop a Glock off (Glah)
DJ PJ, hoes on my dick (My dick)
My dick, so I fucked her, then split (Split)
Get that switch, oh, shit (Oh, shit)
Swapped her out for that mouth on her friend, busy bee
But fuck that shit 'cause Cho the shit, lil' silly bitch, is it he? (I am)
Foreign cars for the squad, any size, Mr. T (Gang, gang)
I hope them boys don't mention me (No)
Ancient times, history
Ice age, blizzard heat
I'ma let the Glizzard speak
Hit you in your [?]
Now tell them boys, "Go get the sheet"
'Cause that— (Ooh)
[Chorus: FBG Cash]
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Yeah)
And these hollows you can meet (Yeah)
Boy, I put this on the G (Yeah)
You can get put on a tee (Yeah)
All these hitters stay with me (Ooh)
So don't never play with me (With me)
All their bitches stay on me (Oh, no)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Ayy, yeah)
And these hollows you can meet (Baow, baow)
Boy, I put this on the G (Ooh)
You can get put on a tee (Yeah)
All these hitters stay with me (Okay)
So don't never play with me (It's Cash)
All their bitches stay on me (Ayy)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
[Verse 3: FBG Cash]
Let me tell you a story about a shorty
Who was from St. Lawrence, early in the morning
On the way to school with that tool in his pocket
I said, "He on fleek" 'cause I knew that he'll pop it
Get out his way, please give him some space, shorty 'bout his business
He look like he ain't fightin', down to snipe you with precision
So I said, "Shorty, how you play it, you gon' get some money
You busy countin' paper, ain't no time to be on dummy
Get some guns, still, keep it low, I know you'll blow"
But he was still lurkin' for that body on the low
Swear I miss my nigga Boss Trell, Mr. Kill Somethin'
"King of the Hits" while you niggas drill frontin', gang
[Chorus: FBG Cash]
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Yeah)
And these hollows you can meet (Yeah)
Boy, I put this on the G (Yeah)
You can get put on a tee (Yeah)
All these hitters stay with me (Ooh)
So don't never play with me (With me)
All their bitches stay on me (Oh, no)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
Boy, this Glizzy is on fleek (Ayy)
And these hollows you can meet (Ayy)
Boy, I put this on the G (Ooh)
You can get put on a tee (Ooh)
All these hitters stay with me (With me)
So don't never play with me (Ayy)
All their bitches stay on me (Ayy)
I guess that's why they hate on me (Ayy)
