I’m Bacc Crodie

Lyrics

[Intro] It's a scary sight (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya) Security just asked if Bizz Loc's in here Bap, bap, bap Bizz Loc (Turn up) Ha [Verse] Back on the roads, free the dawgs (Free us) I was locked in my cell, readin' Psalms My hoes left, sayin' all I did was treat 'em wrong (Fuck) The only women that never left me would be my moms Facts, I've been gone for a hot minute With no pussy, feelin' like I stopped livin' Quick to get it poppin', I was not timid Forward niggas to my cell and they got stomped in it Bizz Loc, pagin' niggas in A & D Broke an Ossington yute's jaw and made him leave The way I'm gerksin' these niggas'll make you say I'm deezed The squirrelies came, I got caught with ceramic blades and weed Ha, it's real life Beat a burner charge durin' motions, it feels nice Now I'm back to humble these niggas that feel hype If it's smoke, we can rumble where ever you feel like, I don't dodge that Lot of niggas lookin' for trouble, but they don't want that I pull up in the camouflage hoodie ready for combat Take a nigga's phone, then I'm scrollin' through all the contacts Anyhow, he fuck with the other side, I'ma off that Rrah, free up, I'm back, crodie Boydem locked me up for a year, but they can't hold me Came up off a down low, I was nippin' the pack slowly I ain't frontin' shit to these bucktees, it's cash only [Bridge] While y'all was on Instagram and Twitter I was in jail, puttin' niggas on the shitter Rob him for his pack, then I'll box him with a slipper A size 15 shoe, surrounded by my hitters [Verse 2] Fresh out the Digga, schemin' on a PK Quarterbackin' plays with my nigga like we from Green Bay Tryna make a move for our families 'cause they need change His missus had a yute and I'm gambling on the Leafs game But fuck that, everybody who diss On the road when I was locked up can deal with my stick I'm tired of these wasteyutes that feel like they sick They say I'm screamin' when I spit, I make 'em scream like my bitch Don't test me, from the opp block down to Lexie Everybody gettin' boxed 'cause they disrespect me I'm back home 'ause my lawyer and the judge blessed me I bounce back with some fetty and a pole, XD Gun cock, bust that, and make my opp succeed Bang that, Egg West, I chase bread, fuck dreams You ain't ridin' with no set, who you with? What team? I got hitters that will leave you wet, floatin' upstreams Splash gang, brr, bang, I'm one of the hardest out Shot that nigga shh in his chest, he was runnin styll Now, I heard there's money on my head but I highly doubt The niggas that be takin' on the hit could come take me out It's Errr God [Outro] Egg West d-block, nigga Egg West, nigga Bizz Loc, d-block, I'm fresh home, nigga (Fuck the opps) Ha, I'm back in it, nigga Errr