Waikiki Flow - Shy Glizzy

If they wrap your body up, they ain’t gon' remember you

Used to pour the drank up, had too many minerals

Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal

Y’all do baguettes, I’ma do the emeralds

All on the islands, nah, I’m not Gilligan

Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican

Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins

First they didn’t like me, now they wanna be friends again

Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace

Gave me more head than she gave me body

Bitch thinkin' she slick 'cause she fuckin' Lil Yachty

Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil' body

Niggas actin' like Big Meech on the iPad

RIP, niggas gon' type that

Love all my fans even if I don’t write back

Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck he get his stripes at?

Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock

Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got a big Glock

And I went platinum way before hip-hop

Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps

Almost caught me a case but these niggas be tellin'

I done caught me a wave, then a nigga start sailin'

Rollin' big Backwoods of that MegaWellness

Ain’t good in one hood, these niggas be wellin'

1942, know what she goin' do

Fuck her to some Bad Bunny, we gon' make a porn too

Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood

Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you

This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for?

Runnin' with some niggas who’ll kick in your front door

Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour

European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour

All this swag make a fuck nigga mad

All this swag make a fuck nigga mad

All this swag got me in my bag

Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag

Hatin' ass niggas, they ain’t blockin' my path

They envy a nigga, they jockin' my swag

I got a .40 cal in a man bag

Forty thou' in my Amiri jeans, bitch, they on sag

I got a bitch look like Meagan Good

When she playin' 'em waist-deep, lil' bitch, she a freak

I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood and the bitch ain’t come

with a key

I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck nigga ever try to run up on me

I was on the corner like Champ Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga,

tryna get one on me

Fucking on models, Victoria’s Secret

Look at my pockets, they on Rikishi

Wake they ass up, boy, I heard they got sleepy

KiKi ain’t love me, I’m in Waikiki

On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet

And he wasn’t worth a body, so I’d rather murk a beat

I done lost a couple of mine fuckin' with these streets

But you better bet the other side feelin' my grief

These niggas be hurtin', that hatin' not workin'

Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin'

I’m fuckin' your bitch, she know that you purpin'

She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin'

I ain’t goin' outside 'less I got a cutter on me

I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me

Name your top five, girl, they ain’t got nothin' on me

Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me

These niggas be hurtin', that hatin' not workin'

Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin'

I’m fuckin' your bitch, she know that you purpin'

She lovin' my drip, a nigga be surfin'

I ain’t goin' outside 'less I got a cutter on me

I ain’t been the same nigga since they took my brother from me

Name your top five, girl, they ain’t got nothin' on me

Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me

'Member I ain’t have a rubber on me?

Haha