Glizzy Gobbler - Scar Lip

(Mister Dardy) Ey G5, von Kopf bis Fuß in Hermès (Hermès) Muss mich weniger bewegen, dafür mehr Stress (komm schon) Alles, was du droppst, ist sehr schlecht Dieser Motor verstößt gegen das Verkehrsrecht Lass ihn schrei'n, nebenbei glänzen ihre Bambi-Eyes Ich schwör auf meine Mutter, ich steig nie wieder in ein Taxi ein (no) Hab ein'n seelischen Schaden, doch ich kann nicht wein'n (no) Du bist ein Hasan, doch du möchtest gerne Bad Bunny sein (yeah, ey) Überlege dir gut, mit wem du grade fickst Bleidusche, Lederhandschuhe, wir erwarten dich Immer ein Ass im Ärmel, doch ich meine keine Kartentricks Wenn du nicht von Para redest, versteh ich deine Sprache nicht Gold- und Platinplatten, Ketten um mein'n Hals häng'n Ich flexe nicht mit Erfolg, das ist Schwachsinn (Schwachsinn) Hauptsache, ich mach Pesos so wie Justin Ab in die Schweiz, mach die Biege, ja, das macht Sinn Bentley geparkt in Camouflage Tracksuit Real in Extra-Large Glizzy auf meinem Beifahrersitz Cali-Smoke aus meinem Dach, ja-ja Bentley geparkt in Camouflage Tracksuit Real in Extra-Large Glizzy auf meinem Beifahrersitz Cali-Smoke aus meinem Dach, ja-ja Sag, bist du dafür ready or nah? Slow wine dein'n Belly, oh oui Bin mit Ninio heut in deiner Stadt Sie vergisst dich, wenn sie uns sieht Bist du dafür ready or nah? Slow wine dein'n Belly, oh oui Bin mit Ninio heut in deiner Stadt Sie vergisst dich, wenn sie uns sieht Steig aus dem Roma auf die Stage, Jamule und nicht Drake Ich bin wieder out of space, seh nix durch die Shades Leichtes Grinsen auf dem Face, weil die Bitch für mich shakt Groupies aus den States, Cantaloupe aus dem Vape Zwei Dinge, die nie ausgeh'n: Mein Geld und mein Weed Doch zwei Dinge, die ich brauch: Meine Fam und mein Team Alles, was ich trage, jede Marke exklusiv Jeder Part ein One-Take, -off, rest in peace, ja Sie woll'n sein wie Ninio auf sein'n Type-Beats Jeden Tag ein anderer so wie meine Nikes Guck, wie ich vorbeizieh hinten im GLS Heh, Hater würden sagen: "Ist eh nicht echt" (Hey) Ninio to the rhythm, fick dein Album mit 'ner Single Sie liebt meine Stimme, ja, vor allem, wenn ich singe Teil das Abendmahl am Esstisch Mit der Squad, heb das Glas in den Himmel Bentley geparkt in Camouflage Tracksuit Real in Extra-Large Glizzy auf meinem Beifahrersitz Cali-Smoke aus meinem Dach, ja-ja Bentley geparkt in Camouflage Tracksuit Real in Extra-Large Glizzy auf meinem Beifahrersitz Cali-Smoke aus meinem Dach, ja-ja Sag, bist du dafür ready or nah? Slow wine dein'n Belly, oh oui Bin mit Ninio heut in deiner Stadt Sie vergisst dich, wenn sie uns sieht Bist du dafür ready or nah? Slow wine dein'n Belly, oh oui Bin mit Ninio heut in deiner Stadt Sie vergisst dich, wenn sie uns sieht Bentley geparkt in Camouflage Tracksuit Real in Extra-Large Glizzy auf meinem Beifahrersitz Cali-Smoke aus meinem Dach, ja-ja

Yeah Young Jefe, holmes Bitch, this is the mafia I don't play no games, I let that scope aim Cartier frames, smokin' propane Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', just like King James Yeah, your bitch keep on calling (Yeah, yeah), I let the phone ring Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk I know she really want me (Yeah), but I don't like to hurt Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh) I'm in L.A. with a quarter mil' on me (Yeah) My niggas from fake money, they can't wait to kill something It's been some time since I've been stunting on you dummies Bitch, quit all that lying, know how a real nigga coming Gucci flip flops, I'm posted in the jungle Draco make you hopscotch, boy, don't act funny I play with big blocks, this ain't rap money (This ain't rap money) The Rollie, it ain't tick-tock, that's word to my mommy (Word to my mommy) They killed my brother, that shit turned me to a demon (Dirty, dirty) I put that choppa to my gut and I don't see shit You ever seen some brains splatter, you can't believe that shit Your own right hand man ratted, you can't believe that shit I bought a mansion, now my mans feel like I'm leavin' them (Goddamn) We all came from the same ship, but I had leadership (Goddamn, goddamn) If he ain't tryna row the boat then he gon' sink the ship (Uh huh) Whole hundred come off the boat, I really seen that shit I don't play no games, I let that scope aim Cartier frames, smokin' propane Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', just like King James Yeah, your bitch keep on calling (Yeah, yeah) I let the phone ring Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk (Goddamn) I know she really want me (Yeah) But I don't like to hurt (Goddamn, goddamn) Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, oh) I've been getting all this paper doing stupid shit (Goddamn) All up in Louis with my bitch, we going ludicrous (Goddamn, goddamn) Yeah, I've done done a lot of shit that I won't do again (Won't do it) They thought I would grow up to be a fuckin' hooligan (Oh, oh) Stackin' it, flip it (Stackin' it, stackin' it) Run up them digits (Run up them digits) Them niggas rap about it, we really live it (No cap) I was really poor, ain't know I was gon' get it (Really poor) Now we at the Clear Port, me and my hitters Truckload, woah, woah, money don't fold (Oh, oh) All this rose gold froze, your bitch chose (Wrist on froze) Kick that door, niggas told, I stay low (Oh, oh) I fuck your ho, tip-toe, I gotta go (Young Jefe, holmes) I don't play no games, I let that scope aim Cartier frames, smokin' propane Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin' (Swish) Just like King James (Swish) Yeah, your bitch keep on calling I let the phone ring Bitch get on my nerves, but damn, I like it when she twerk I know she really want me, but I don't like to hurt Keep that 40 on me 'cause niggas like to lurk Bitch, this is the mafia, you know we got that work (Mafia, GG)

Come on Can't you see I've been born And now I'm crawling out the test tube Without a hint of a face I was the son of no one I didn't come from no place And now I'm crawling out the glass Without a hint of a face Oh come on come one Cant you see I've been born And now I'm crawling out the glass Without a hint of a face They say I can't go to the mall My body's going to stick to the walls But I could never care at all And I'm still waiting for the call Oh come on Can't you see I've been born And now I'm crawling out the glass With out a hint of a face With out a hint of a face I didn't come from no place I was the son of no one Without a hint of a face My eyes reflective inverse Bones bent back I looked cursed They said that it couldn't get worse My bloods a chemical burn Oh come one come on come on come on come on Can't you see I've been born And now I'm crawling out the glass Without a hint of a face Never go back Crawled out the glass once that's that No I can never go back I'll crawl up the walls of the mall I'll crawl up the walls of the mall I'll crawl up the walls of the mall I'll crawl up the walls of the mall I'll crawl up the walls of the mall Blank Face Blood type Mace I was the son of no one I didn't come from no place And now I'm crawling out the glass Without a hint of a face Oh come on come on come on come on come on Oh come on come on Oh come on come on I'll crawl up the walls of the mall I'm built for no world now Thousand hertz scream my sound I'll let my bones stretch out Hold a corrosive mouth