RIP Jizzle

Lyrics

[Intro] (NoLimitAustin) (The flight to land the first men on the moon) [Chorus] Huh, bust it out the wrap, the work look like a whole moon Nigga, I been trappin', I ain't been thinkin' 'bout no Pro Tools Huh, drive-bys not respectable, that's what them hoes do We be turnin' niggas to them vegetables like Whole Foods Put the mic down for three months to see what that road do Showed my mama a hundred plus like, "Baby, I told you" I was the one scammin' Visas and took that shit global A hundred racks, that's my re-up, we ain't sendin' it postal I could teach you how to hustle, how to cha-cha, huh Play with me, I'ma bust you, fuck the ra-ra Tryna diss the dead homies, know he know that ain't wise, guy On God, we gon' send his ass to Allah [Verse] Huh, bust a whole brick open, nigga, voila Huh, want my white with tan on it, huh, no LaLa Want my Faygo with a deuce in it, R.I.P. to DaDa Everybody that was dissin' you, nigga, sent 'em bye-bye Huh, bitch, we still trappin', huh, still scammin', huh Nigga, fuck what them labels talkin' 'bout They ain't know we really active, think we sendin' hits at 'em They ain't know that was the rapper hoppin' out I get ten racks, nigga, on a slow day, huh Nigga, what the fuck is a drought? Huh, my bag real big, nigga, Rod Wave What the fuck I'ma do with an ounce? I put narcotics, nigga, on the highway Two thousand pills when I'm sendin' out Ain't nobody put me on, did it my way New work, nigga, on the same route Move my family out the city, time to play ball Since y'all lil'-ass niggas wanna hit anybody Hit your mama and your daddy and even the dog They should've never ever gave this much money to Lonnie Y'all goin' straight to the 'Gram, that's that police shit, huh You're tryna get some life insurance, huh? And y'all still with them niggas and y'all know they snitched, huh I know y'all won't post them black and white papers up Huh, Mone told me calm down, don't move in emotion We be gettin' niggas knocked down, I Instagram post 'em Heard these niggas want my head, they got fifty on it What the fuck is that? I got fifty on me I just got a fully with some titties on it I got fifty shots, nigga, I don't need no homies Nigga, fuck your dead homies, they can rest in piss, nigga All I'm doing stating facts, this is not no diss [Chorus] Huh, bust it out the wrap, the work look like a whole moon Nigga, I been trappin', I ain't been thinkin' 'bout no Pro Tools Huh, drive-bys not respectable, that's what them hoes do We be turnin' niggas to them vegetables like Whole Foods Put the mic down for three months to see what that road do Showed my mama a hundred plus like, "Baby, I told you" I was the one scammin' Visas and took that shit global A hundred racks, that's my re-up, we ain't sendin' it postal I could teach you how to hustle, how to cha-cha, huh Play with me, I'ma bust you, fuck the ra-ra Tryna diss the dead homies, know he know that ain't wise, guy On God, we gon' send his ass to Allah