a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu 30 (original) – bizzy banks

[intro: pop smoke & bizzy banks]
rico’s going crazy again
this is woo (brrt, woo, baow)
this is crip (get money, ayo cig)
from the cut (ayo cig, ay b)
huh? (heavy on it)
f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga? (baow, baow, baow)
dawg (baow)
stupid (baow, that’s structure, that’s swag)
it’s thirty*two in the clip, n*gga (woo, like, grrt)
we blood (woo, baow), we brim
baow, movie
pop smoke (baow), bizzy (brrt)
like (like)

[chorus: bizzy banks & pop smoke]
dawg, pass me the sitchy, i’m clutch (woo)
tell ’em, “come spin my block” (haha), tell ’em, “come send them shots”
you ain’t no shooter (baow, at all), you just tote that chop (woo)
you don’t want beef, you just want some props (haha)
i ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
b*tch, i’m too sauced
no, i don’t dance, the glock in my pants
the most i might do is the woo walk (yeah)
the most i might do is the woo walk (yeah)
and i know they mad, uh (i know they mad)
look, but please don’t act silly (pleasе don’t act silly)
if i spin in a black flag (yeah, grrt)
they gon’ think i’m a dizzy
[verse 1: bizzy banks & pop smoke]
b*tch, i’m a sleazе, baow (sleaze), give a f*ck who you be (give a f*ck who you be)
yeah, i f*ck with them real n*ggas (real n*ggas), who f*ckin’ with me
don’t ask if i’m gdk (at all, at all, nah), n*gga, i’m ebk (ebk, n*gga, i’m ebk)
f*ck the judge and the dea (f*ck them n*ggas), suck d*ck if you feel a way
i’m a lil’ body but i talk like a big body ’cause i put in that pain (baow)
i walk with that lil’ body but i back out that big body if you speak on my name (grrt)
these n*ggas know nothin’ ’bout me but they gon’ keep talkin’ bout me and that sh*t ain’t gon’ change (woo)
i been in a cell it ain’t sh*t you can tell me (woo), if you ain’t got hands, invest in 11’s (woo)
toughest n*gga in your squad gon’ be tellin’ (baow), the older n*ggas that be with me some felons
i really talk on the beats (beats)
if you not in the streets, you won’t understand it
i get the chop’ and that n*gga gon’ panic
headshot cause a whole lotta damage, like (boaw, uh, baow)
headshot cause a whole lotta damage
yeah, i got ruger with me, leeky with me, b*tch (what?), we don’t spin in no ubers (facts)
and i got rilla with me, juju with me, b*tch (what?, that’s a whole lotta shooters), we might hit your medulla (baow)
you can’t get busy with me, jiggy with me, demon with me, hundo’ with me (uh, nah)
first n*gga actin’ silly, catch a figgy, pass the glizzy (haha) and just watch how he run (grrt), watch how he—

[chorus: bizzy banks & pop smoke]
dawg, pass me the sitchy, i’m clutch (pass me the sitchy, i’m* , baow)
tell ’em, “come spin my block” (woo), tell ’em, “come send them shots” (haha)
you ain’t no shooter (baow, nah), you just tote that chop
you don’t want beef, you just want some props (haha)
i ain’t get touched, how you my opp? (baow)
b*tch, i’m too sauced (too sauced)
no, i don’t dance, the glock in my pants
the most i might do is the woo walk (woo)
the most i might do is the woo walk (woo back, baby)
and i know they mad, uh (look)
look, but please don’t act silly (please don’t act silly)
if i spin in a black flag (shot)
they gon’ think i’m a dizzy
[verse 2: pop smoke & bizzy banks]
tell that n*gga to spin (spin), that’s when the party begin (that’s when the party begin)
and my glock full of sins, bullets hit your chin, huh, i walk away grinnin’ (baow)
if you jack my sh*t k (k, k), then it’s f*ck what you said (f*ck)
bizzy send shots where you lay (brrt, bizzy send shots)
bizzy send shots where you lay
look, said i’m 823, sanctioned (sanctioned)
reach for my chain, we gon’ spank ’em (spank ’em)
i ain’t your regular gang member (nah)
everybody know i’m sanctioned (bangin’)
if i step on a island, we wildin’ out (out)
i ain’t gon’ step, ’til the guards is out (out)
free psych bike, free ziggy zah
my n*ggas raisin’ the body count (free all my n*ggas)
.44 bulldog, make ’em get back (back)
i ain’t with the talk or the chit*chat (not at all)
get your sh*t cracked (woo)
if i back out the chop’, better get back (baow)
call dread, that’s the new tom brady (brady)
n*ggas gettin’ no bread ’cause they lazy (lazy)
tell dread lift ’em, if that n*gga talkin’ crazy (lift that n*gga)
now it’s f*ck you, pay me (pay me), or bullets start blazin’ (blazin’)
since i was young we invested in guns, now we lookin’ at the stars in the wraith (haha)
while i’m gettin’ head by your bae
she like, “papi, i love how you taste” (woo)
she like, “papi, can you nut?” (nut)
i’m like, “baby, just wait”
i told her to—
[chorus: bizzy banks & pop smoke]
dawg (woo), pass me the sitchy, i’m clutch (haha)
tell ’em, “come spin my block”, tell ’em, “come send them shots”
you ain’t no shooter (baow, b*tch), you just tote that chop
you don’t want beef, you just want some props
i ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
b*tch, i’m too sauced
no, i don’t dance, the glock in my pants
the most i might do is the woo walk
the most i might do is the woo walk
and i know they mad, uh
look, but please don’t act silly
if i spin in a black flag
they gon’ think i’m a dizzy

[verse 3: bizzy banks]
baby, i’m structure (that’s swag), uh
so she like how i move (she like how i move)
shawty gon’ jack what i jack, yeah (what?)
she gon’ throw up the woo
ruger with me, but tell leeky to shoot (baow)
i’m really outside, n*ggas know what i do (know what i do)
know i can dance, know i can spin with a glock, so i [?] with a tool (what?)
please don’t think that i’m lackin’ (b*tch)
i done told you this fendi pack not for the fashion
they gon’ run up, you gon’ clap em’ (baow)
you can google up my name, it’s not just rapping
free charlie mac
walk in the spot like, “brrt*blatt”
n*ggas know what i jack, it’s not just rap
free mally, he did 18 flat
my b*tch with me, then my gun in her bag

[chorus: bizzy banks]
dawg, pass me the sitchy, i’m clutch (pass me the sitchy, i’m clutch)
tell ’em, “come spin my block”, tell ’em, “come send them shots”
you ain’t no shooter, baow, you just tote that chop (you lyin’)
you don’t want beef, you just want some props (facts)
i ain’t get touched, how you my opp?
b*tch, i’m too sauced
no, i don’t dance, the glock in my pants
the most i might do is the woo walk
the most i might do is the woo walk (woo)
and i know they mad, uh (i know they mad)
look, but please don’t act silly (please don’t act silly)
if i spin in a black flag (what?)
they gon’ think i’m a dizzy

- bizzy banks

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...