[Intro]
(Zaytoven)

[Verse 1]
Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby
All in your city, stopping traffic, baby
Its Glizzy, Glizzy, baby, I'm a trapper, baby
All in your city, stopping traffic, baby
I fuck all your bitches, no that's not my baby
I'm 'bout that cash money just like Slim and Baby
They finally see I'm getting out the hood now
N***as actin' like it's all good now
I used to steal cars, I got my own now
Play wit' me I bet yo brains get blown out
I am D.C., n***a, I run D.C
Them rap n***as, they ain't really from D.C
They look at me, and they see what they wanna be
I know they plottin' so I keep my gun on me
N***a, my n***as hittas, they'll come and getcha
You's a ugly actor, boy, Forest Whitaker
I gets lots of cheese, just like a tortilla
My whole gang in cages, I need more gorillas
N***as talkin' bout killin' me, so I keep my artillery
Run up on Glizzy I'll turn yo ass to rotisserie
My bitch dumb like Hilary, but we got a great history
You thinkin' 'bout dissin' me, send yo ass on delivery
I remember when it wasn't no hope for the future
And those ain't my guys, those shooters
Don't let these rappers fool ya, they faker than they jeweler
That Glock salamu alaykum, but that K, he hallelujah
[Bridge]
Oh Lord! Prey for me
Big Glizzy, n***a!
Im goin' in again!

[Verse 2]
Never been to the White House, just the house with the white
Play wit' one of my n***as gon have to fight fa' ya life
Double G in the hood, just like roaches and mice
Eating off of one pie, no you can't have a slice
I was coolin' on South Beach, met a bitch she from Cuba
She a part of the cartel, say her uncle the ruler
Rob a n***a for his bands and spend that shit at the jeweler
Just make sure you mask up, and keep that shit off computers
It was hot dogs and beans, now it's hunned dollar wings
I had holes in my jeans now I'm a fucking diesel fiend
Them rap n***as kept on sellin' me dreams
Got my bands up now I'm the Mark Cuban of this team
I was gon' catch one of them, come to my city I'm gunnin' em
I hope God punish them before I kill one of them
All excited, all my youngins and them
Mama like I'm proud of him
Then found out it ain't shit
Thankful I'm not one of them
Thankful I'm not one of them
Prey for me, aw