Lyrics Think About It - Shy Glizzy

Think About It

Oh, Jefe, bitch
Glizzy Gang for life
I only want shooters and hustlers around me
No rest allowed, no broke boys
I’m 'bout to go a fool on 'em
Mama called me, told me I got two on
Bitch i’m still ridin' with that tool on me
A nigga play, I gotta make a move on him
Got some foreign bitches playin' simon says
I said baby cook the dope up in the microwave
Moonwalking to the trap just like Michael J
Young nigga don’t get snatched out for your Michael J
Uh, ever since I was a young nigga
I thought this gangsta shit was really fun nigga
Until I started playin' with them guns nigga
You lookin' for a lick, I ain’t the one nigga
Think about it, c’mon baby won’t you think about it?
Who the realest nigga any way you think about it?
Who the realest when you think about it?
All the money that I’m gettin', I can’t think about it
When I spend it I don’t think about it
Who the realest nigga any way you think about it?
Who the realest when you think about it?
Yeah-ah