Big Tim the Glider - Still Gliding... (feat. Five-$ix) Lyrics

Aye
Windows down in the rain
Just trying ease the pain
Red hairs in my strain
But I don't know the name
I tried come through lowkey with my steez on
Looking like a nigga had wings on
I threw the D&G on
I told my side bitch break down a whole zip then roll it
Then I smoked it with my old bitch
This shit a danger good
I glide through your neighborhood littering
Flicking cigarillo packs out the window rolling up and twisting them
Dump guts on your stoop
Smoke blunts with your boo
You scared to jump off your porch
What the f*ck you going do?
I do the Henny straight no hoes I chase
My weed raw no funnel involved
See we gliding over all
Real G roll call
I'm still gliding with my dogs
Said we gliding over all
Real G roll call
I'm still gliding with my dogs
Damn it feel good to be a gangsta
Gliding over all Dear Lord I got to thank ya
For breeding the thoroughest most official
Just hope my peeps around me the same
F*ck guessing and playing games
Too far I done came to look back or get took back
I see em watching but damn if I aint looking back
Shit
Now I'm legit and half these f*ck boys got pinched
They trying to figure whats really coming out my residence
To they extent it got me questioning everybody I'm with
Intense I know
But got damn that's how that shit go
They see a chain round your neck they playing cut throat
Just hoping yall aint taking what I'm saying for a joke
Mob
Gliding over all
Real G roll call
I'm still gliding with my dogs
Said we gliding over all
Real G roll call
I'm still gliding
Sheesh