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[Da Crook] Okay, okay I don't know what you heard about me Just know that i'm sick, nigga Ridin' around like fuck a stash That Glock forty on my hip, nigga Pray to God that I don't see jakes Lord knows I ain't pullin' over All of them high speeds that I got away Lord knows that I'd do it over Hella nah, I ain't usin' soda Double up wit' that come back Fly OT and then double up wit' that double up and then come back Better hope that I don't fall off, trust me, niggas don't want that If I go broke, I get on my Bizz Loc, "Pussy run that!" How they wanna go to war, they can't fund that? Walkin' 'round naked, nigga, where the fuck your gun at? I can never leave that I try but I need that Gon' breeze it on the opps and watch CP for the feed back [Bizz Loc] It's Bizz Loc! I don't need no feed back Four bands for a new ruger Headshots when I beat that Ice on me, I'm a Leafs fan Ridin' out in a Nissan Goin' nuts like a pecan You don't want no problems wit' me fam Fuck boys tryna talk shit Spark sticks, aimin' at the brain then i'm gettin' brain from a smart bitch Niggas sayin' my bars sick Ho's sayin' I'm too hard Main bitch got her ass done, now I'm lookin' like I got a new broad Workin' for me in a blue thong When I'm in the trap writin' new songs Ferragamo belt is what the tool's on Whip soft then move hard Beat a shot and then cruise off Bizz Loc, I'm a rider nigga Make a body drop then burn tires, nigga Stash spot with two [] Never stop, no, I ain't finished It ain't in the club then you know I ain't in it When I'm in the booth and blow fires, innit I be doin' dirt 'til I'm lying in it Niggas lying, saying I ain't wit' it But he gets kawaled and tried to line a nigga But I scoped 'em out and go and find her wit' 'em That's a double homi', I'm a grimy nigga
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Credits
- Writers
- 6ixbuzz
- Da Crook
- Bizz Loc