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glizz - beat it lyrics

[intro]
i tried to find you!
got something to show me, what you got?

[hook]
before i pebble this pack, l’ma put it on the m_way
mj, should’ve beat it, just brandished it
who’s that shawty with the big back?
if i didn’t hit that, try and know the mandem did
my youngin’ been bad from a juvie, uv
tryna tan man’s skin, i got it on my mind like melly
here for the belly, but we could do the bad man thing
feeling like a boogie, reincarnate, i’m a t_r_a, double p_e_r
i got the boy them feelin’ a way, speedin’ away from a armoured car
anyhow, man’s shoulders stacked, she throwin’ it back, ménage à trois
i can’t bruck this work on my own, there’s a crisis right now, i’m understaffed

[verse 1]
she wan’ drop some knowledge on me, i’ma mark her test, then pass it left
grown man gossiping like they on the shade borough, that one there, i just can’t respect
them boy there couldn’t lace my creps, dinner gets served when i scr_pe this ‘rex
bought me a line, took baby steps now louis, chanel, how my lady steps
and we don’t promote no works on the ‘gram, that’s a three_match ban, get left on the bench
my k!lly still walk with a stainless i ain’t famous, man’s still in the trench
day_to_day, i do hand to hands, i’m dishing out grams in the back of the gents
i ain’t gotta flex for this to get tense (tense, tense, tense)
[hook]
before i pebble this pack, l’ma put it on the m_way
mj, should’ve beat it, just brandished it
who’s that shawty with the big back?
if i didn’t hit that, try and know the mandem did
my youngin’ been bad from a juvie, uv
tryna tan man’s skin, i got it on my mind like melly
here for the belly, but we could do the bad man thing
feeling like a boogie, reincarnate, i’m a t_r_a, double p_e_r
i got the boy them feelin’ a way, speedin’ away from a armoured car
anyhow, man’s shoulders stacked, she throwin’ it back, ménage à trois
i can’t bruck this work on my own, there’s a crisis right now, i’m understaffed

[verse 2]
before i served food like federer, glizz, was a runner and a ridge back peddler
now he got the sv engine revving up, still at they neck, no way man’s letting up
f_ck a meeting, i’m tired of talking bro, we ain’t buying no dreams they selling us
whole load of weight man (aye, f_ck that, keep it going)
how i need to do explain, to a so_called “trapper”
a premium pack costs a premium price
talk is cheap, ’til a rat end up walking free, on that note, free up my guys
i was so naive putting all of my faith in a snake, years later, i’m seeing the signs
he ain’t bad, i can see in his eyes, plan a don’t work, i got b on my line

- glizz

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