Lonely Vibes - Shy Glizzy

I heard another nigga got left last night

That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side

Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died

Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes

I, I get so high

Oh my, I get so fly

Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life

I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

Ayy, let’s call baddies, you ain’t got none

Ayy, my Nina glizzy is a tefflon

Ayy, you play with Gigi, get your head blown, -own

I was on the move and now he dead and gone

Paid 230 and they killed my soul

I do anything to protect my bros

I’m trappin' bags but you ain’t tryna go to war

Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door

Imagine mama puttin' yo ass down in the floor

Shoot you with my Rollie on, like bitch it’s time to go

They call it Glizzy 'cause them Glocks is what we tote

I sold that shit, goin' in your nose, bro these street shit all I know

I heard another nigga got left last night

That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side

Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died

Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes

I, I get so high

Oh my, I get so fly

Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life

I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

All rats go to Hell, you know it ain’t no tellin'

And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven

We got trey-57s, Glock 9s and MAC 11s

Don’t matter where I go, it’s still forever Trey Seven

I got niggas pushin' melon

I just make the dab, call my nigga, he a felon

I turned him to a damn boss

All them lame fuckin' with me, fuck they think I’m playin', dawg

It was a big shoot out and you got caught in the damn cross

Got me sweepin' the whole block, yeah, like a damn mop

Skrrt off in a stolen Lamb, we call that a Lamb chop

Two bitches on the West side, make 'em suck the same cock

Hit 'em from they best side, I think they got the same dock, uh

I heard another nigga got left last night

That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side

Woke up to a phone call, a nigga said my homie died

Feel like the realest of 'em all, I’m on my lonely vibes

I, I get so high

Oh my, I get so fly

Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life

I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

I know that you miss me

But you got too much pride

Then love me like

Ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh