Ain't No Way Around It

Ain't No Way Around It Lyrics

Fire! Glizzy gang gang

Look here muthaf**ker. Sorry Ray Charles
I never gave ah f**k so why my dick hard

No gatorade break I'mma ball till I fall
He so f**king ill dawg give that boy a Tylenol
Bad chocolate ho, I just call her tootsie roll
We on every corner in my hood like a liquor store
Niggas talk that street sh*t, I 'ont know if they faking doe
Naa I ain't hating doe, I'm going in pussy hole
This youngin 100 y'all 99, Warren Sapp
Tony Montana, Glizzy Gang we on crack, we on crack, we on crack
Yeah I said we on crack. Ever since I had flow I cut these niggas no slack
Glizzy b**ch and that stand for Glock. First hunnit thousand I might just shop
Buy a couple louie's and a big stone watch
Half of my life I was out sellin rocks
I swear to god I hate the cops. Did donuts when a nigga got popped, now they wanna keep on riding thru the block
And dis nigga here since 2Pac
I be up all night like a vampire
Jim carry rap nigga, f**kin liar liar
I stay flyer and I stay higher. I let your girl suck me up call it pacifier
Glizzy don't drink but Glizzy like to smoke, and sh*t so f**ked up I'm robbing niggas that I know
I usta sell o's, I usta steal clothes
I swear by any means I'mma get this dough
This young nigga, you niggas scared to die
BOW! Uh homicide, put em on CSI
The last time I cried is when day day died
My enemies can run but they can not hide
I'm so f**king fly, I f**k this b**ch the other night
We kissed and said goodbye, she told me have a safe flight
I dropped out of school to sell hard white but I got GED in jail, I'mma be alright
Okay I'm in my groove, I think I'm so cool
I be f**kig b**ches, Mo Better Blues
If music don't work than watchu going do? I'mma buy a six deuce and trap like a fool
I be with real G's, AK's and 30's
Boy you ain't no G, your name just Gary
Fear no man I could never be scary, I'm the Sergeant. Glizzy Gang the f**king military
I'm done with all the bullsh*t, I'm all about this paper
Screaming f**k the Feds, they got my animals in cages
Black and silver ruger and it tackle like a raider
I can fix my own plate, who waits on a waiter
Momma going be proud, my hood is too
I'mma remodel street and buy my whole clique coupes
Buy myself a big body call it bruce bruce
Man I can't wait to see my dreams come true
Yeah I gotta b**ch, but she boutta make me single
All she wanna do is argue lets its her lingo
New b**ch so wet, I get lost like nemo
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills like Pringles
Niggas say they real but baby I 'ont know dawg
Look like to me, he just another Rick Ross
These niggas don't menaces, Loc Dawg
Nigga what you say about my momma, O Dawg
Shout out to the Yo, that's my muf**kin set
Shout out to the robbers and the ski mask on my chest
But what you pussy niggas do without the Internet
Streets Hottest Youngin'
Motherf**ker I'm the best

Ffff Fire!