Shy Glizzy – Waikiki Flow (Lyrics | Video 2019)

Lyrics “Waikiki Flow” performed by 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 b**ch 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

P**sy so wet, she soaked my Versace
Gave me more head than she gave me body
B**ch thinkin’ she slick ’cause she f**kin’ Lil Yachty
Shout out my n**ga, just beat a lil’ body
N**gas actin’ like Big Meech on the iPad
RIP, n**gas gon’ type that
Love all my fans even if I don’t write back
Ask your favorite rapper where the f**k he get his stripes at
Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock
Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, b**ch, 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 n**gas be tellin’
I done caught me a wave, then a n**ga start sailin’
Rollin’ big Backwoods of that MegaWellness
Ain’t good in one hood, these n**gas be wildin’
1942, know what she goin’ do
F**k her to some Bad Bunny, we gon’ make a p0rn too
Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood
Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you
This is an encore, f**k I gotta front for
Runnin’ with some n**gas who’ll kick in your front door
Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour
European swag, tell a f**k n**ga bonjour

All this swag make a f**k n**ga mad
All this swag make a f**k n**ga mad
All this swag got me in my bag
Oh, all this swag make a n**ga jet lag
Ham ass n**gas, they ain’t blockin’ my path
They envy a n**ga, they jockin’ my swag
I got a .40 cal in the man bag
Forty thousand on merch
What you think they gon’ say

I got a b**ch look like Meagan Good
When she playin’ ’em waist-deep, lil’ b**ch, she a freak
I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood
And the b**ch ain’t come with a key
I gotta keep me an ARP
In case a f**k n**ga ever try to run up on me
I was on the corner like Champ Bailey
Tryna pick off every n**ga, tryna get one on me

F**king on models, Victoria’s Secret
Look at my pockets, they on Rakeisha
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 f**kin’ with these streets
But you better bet the other side feelin’ my grief
These n**gas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m f**kin’ your b**ch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a n**ga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same n**ga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve f**ked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me

These n**gas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m f**kin’ your b**ch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a n**ga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same n**ga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve f**ked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
‘Member I ain’t have a rubber on me Haha…

➤ Written by Shy Glizzy
Album: Aloha
Produced by WondaGurl & London Cyr
Shy Glizzy | 2019

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