Bandhunta shit man Look My niggas they savage, no 21 You say you a savage, don't own a gun Might feel like some dope when it's on the one Pull up on me, I'm shootin', you niggas run Boy better keep his composure My niggas they know I'm a soldier Run up on me then bitch I'ma bust his ass Better think, if you don't then it's over I was just runnin' my bands up Runnin' my bands up, runnin' my bands up My blicky is on me like right now That's why I keep pulling my pants up I stay with a bag like I'm Santa Niggas keep calling, no answer Bitch I be balling, no cancer Pull a mood and my niggas will blam you This bitch that I got, she so mean The head had me leaning, promethazine Used to post on the block in my seven jeans Copped a revolver at seventeen Baby you know that I get it I'm rappin' 'cause bitch, you know that I live it Bitches they loving the swag They telling me boy you know that you drippin' Bitches they say I'm a dog Still they be showing me love Got niggas that's posted up L&G Them niggas be callin' me cuz Think I just found me a plug I hope that his shit for the low Shit if he tax on the drugs Shit then I'm gettin' him smoked Spin through your block like a ceiling fan Bitches like Izzy he been the man My nigga just found him a lick I was like fuck it, go get him then Ugly lil bitch, head was the shit But damnit I love when she deep throat I love when it's cold, Izzy but why? That chopper can fit in my peacoat My niggas is sicker than chemo Dressed in all black like an emo The forty I got is so loud That bitch wake up up like a ringtone Sending some shots at your hating ass Beam on the blicky, lil nigga play laser tag Go on the mission to take him out But fuck it, I'm still putting on the mask Taking shots and the shells put him on his ass Send the picture, the killers be on him fast They catching him quick, better make it last 'Cause them killers be lurking to get the cash Swag dripping, dripping sauce Catching plays, Randy Moss Real nigga, different cloth Bluffing niggas, shake 'em off They know that I'm hot as a fever Your bitch want my dick, you should leave her I stay fresh as shit like I'm Easter She swallow me up, she an eater Running bands, running bands Pulled up and did the running man Cutting grams, cutting grams In the trap, you wouldn't understand Get the profit, fuck it up Hit the trap, I'm 'bout to run it up Nigga what? you plotting on me? Man this nigga really dumb as fuck I was just broke but I'm straight Betty crocker, I'm making that cake I'm banging on niggas like Blake No exercise, I'm holding weight What they call me, Lil Izzy My brother named Shy, no Glizzy Keep it a hundred, no fifty We got thirties hanging out the blickyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
