Paint The Town Red

(It's 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 Bitch we run the town, heard what I said I'll take down, paint it red Bad bitches on, they gimme head Free my rich niggas, 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***y niggas hatin' I'ma put on my youngins, and I'ma be proud to see 'em make it A nigga ain't give me shit, nah, nah, y'all gon' see me take it When I whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces My bitch so bad, dawg, you should see her ass, dawg Her bag cost fifteen-thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg Runnin' from mad dawgs, told my nigga, don't get bagged, dawg Just blew a quarter-mil, yeah, that's what that new G Wag cost Need me a bitch gon' ride with me, need a bitch gon' vibe with me Nah, them niggas ain't none of my friends, they ain't gon' slide with me How the f******u gonna call yourself a Glizzy? Niggas ain't even tied with me Bitch, 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 dick, she say, "I see now why your bitch so crazy" She told me I'm number one, Tracy McGrady I'm havin' fun and you got none, these niggas 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 bitch, though, it came with a kit Had a bitch all the way in Europe, that bitch was a trip Gave that bitch 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, bitch, I ain't average Came up out that gutter, now that nigga livin' lavish Shoppin' sprees in Paris, bitch I'm mad rich Rep that Glizzy Gang, bitch, 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 Bitch we run the town, heard what I said I'll take down, paint it red Bad bitches on, they gimme head Free my rich niggas, 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 --- Paint The Town Red - Shy Glizzy