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Bizzy Banks
Featuring(s) : Jenn Carter
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[Bizzy Banks] Grrah (Bullo on the beat) You know I'm on a whole lotta gang shit Rrah, Bizzy (Ayy, Nxrre) Uh [Bizzy Banks] Niggas movin' hot (Hot, what?) Get out the stu' and go and bend a block (Rrah) They know my body, heavy on the Wok, huh Ha, (Get Money, bitch), huh Niggas talkin' hot Get out the stu' and go and bend a block They know my body, heavy on the Wok Walk in the spot like, "Every opp shot" Half of these rappers never sent a shot (At all) Half of these rappers gotta give me props They think we cool 'cause I fuck with some Jetz Make Kay Hound 48 him to his death Bitch, I'ma click until it's nothin' left Like the orphan, I leave a baby on a step He think he a shooter, put him to the test Everywhere that I go, I keep one in the head They told me, "Get back on that old shit" Got a beam on the Glock, I know I won't miss They be spinnin' no posted, that don't make sense I nut in her mouth, she say she taste Tris Bitch, I been drillin' way before this shit If it's up, then it's stuck just like a ornament Slide through his block and make a tournament Got one more line, I need some more of it If it ain't Tris or Wock', then I ain't pourin' it She keep callin' my phone and I'm ignorin' it The opps keep on dissin', I'm ignorin' 'em If it's beef, I ain't post it, I ain't one of them You wanna be the first to do somethin'? (Somethin') Be the first one to get off my dick That nigga runnin', prayin' that he trip Bro died in a crash, now they tryna diss (What?) Bitch, I'm the reason all ya' niggas lit (Uh-huh, uh-huh) If ya' moms got a car, prayin' that it flip You killed ya' own mans, ain't that some shit? I don't smoke sacilly homie out the zip Yeah, that's that Bizzy they all wanna hear You tryna diss to save his rap career When I got to his block there's never no one there Haha, look [Bizzy Banks] Fuck it, fuck it, he tryna diss till I pull up and up it (Grrah) Fuck it, fuck it, if they throw a party, we endin' they function Fuck it, fuck it, he chill wit' the opps, so that feature I'm dubbin' (Look) (Fuck it, fuck it, if it's beef, why the fuck is you stuntin', uh?) [Jenn Carter] Niggas be broke, but I cannot relate .40 gon' clap him like it's Patty Cake Medic gon' save him but it's prolly late I already done clicked until his body shake He on the 'net, I cannot tolerate And when I'm off the Wock' I cannot operate Bullets gon' hit him, make him Harlem Shake Too tact', two phones just like I'm Kevin Gates We-We don't see eye-to-eye, bullets makin' him hot, like He lay flat like a pancake (Damn) Know I'm scarred, so the knock on my Band-Aid, what? And these niggas keep dissin', they been had the drop Like Lil Uzi I been on a rampage And these opps probably runnin' my fan page They on my dick and I don't understand it Grrah, when you run into me Better look back, there's a beam on your feet When I tote on my gun you can tell I'm elite, like I be scorin' like I'm in the league If he raisin' the pressure, I'm makin' him bleed, like Niggas be kids, I can't beef with no infant I can't speak on the shit I committed [Bizzy Banks] Fuck it, fuck it, he tryna diss till I pull up and up it Fuck it, fuck it, if they throw a party, we endin' they function Fuck it, fuck it, he chill wit' the opps, so that feature I'm dubbin' (Look) (Fuck it, fuck it, if it's beef, why the fuck is you stuntin'? Look) Fuck it, he tryna diss till I pull up and up it Fuck it, fuck it, if they throw a party, we endin' they function Fuck it, fuck it, he chill wit' the opps, so that feature I'm dubbin' (Look) (Fuck it, fuck it, if it's beef, why the fuck is you stuntin'? Look)
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