Shy Glizzy – Paint The Town Red lyrics

Its Balik
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Oh

Standin’ on the block, on my head
My wish was, to get rich
I got big homies, but they dead
I got long money, stack that bread
B**** we run the town, heard what I said
I’ll take down, paint it red
Bad b****** on, they gimme head
Free my rich n*****, out the feds
When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
She say “Shawty, what that bag look like?”
She like to party, but he gon’ get ’em out right
Got on my Carti’s, I’m tryna duck the limelight

Ever since I was a youngin’, I seen you p**** n***** hatin’
I’ma put on my youngins, and I’ma be proud to see ’em make it
A n**** ain’t give me s***, nah, nah, y’all gon’ see me take it
When I whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces
My b**** so bad, dawg, you should see her a**, dawg
Her bag cost fifteen-thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg
Runnin’ from mad dawgs, told my n****, don’t get bagged, dawg
Just blew a quarter-mil, yeah, thats what that new G Wag cost
Need me a b**** gon’ ride with me, need a b**** gon’ vibe with me
Nah, them n***** ain’t none of my friends, they ain’t gon’ slide with me
How the f*** you gonna call yourself a Glizzy? N***** ain’t even tied with me
B****, I seen your DM, I’m busy, now she wanna go Live with me
Dime piece the team, yeah, side piece amazin’
She got this d***, she say “I see now why your b**** so crazy”
She told me I’m number one, Tracy McGrady
I’m havin’ fun and you got none, these n***** hate me
Brenda got a baby and Jefe got a brick
These ain’t no .380s, shawty, this extended clip
See, this ain’t no regular b****, though, it came with a kit
Had a b**** all the way in Europe, that b**** was a trip
Gave that b**** my digits, but I know she want a ticket
Hit it, then I quit it, say, I hit it, then I quit it
Brick for a feature, yeah, I take it, then I whip it
Stock it, then I flip, it, yeah we vacuum, then we seal it
Southeast savage, b****, I ain’t average
Came up out that gutter, now that n**** livin’ lavish
Shoppin’ sprees in Paris, b**** I’m mad rich
Rep that Glizzy Gang, b****, I got more guns than a terrorist

Standin’ on the block, on my head
My wish was, to get rich
I got big homies, but they dead
I got long money, stack that bread
B**** we run the town, heard what I said
I’ll take down, paint it red
Bad b****** on, they gimme head
Free my rich n*****, out the feds
When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
She say “Shawty, what that bag look like?”
She like to party, but he gon’ get ’em out right
Got on my Carti’s, I’m tryna duck the limelight