set trippin - bizzy banks lyrics
brrrt
pow
boom*boom*boom
i ain’t talk my sh*t in a minute…
n*ggas jackin’ my sh*t k , what that be ’bout?
gmto, got the sh*t tatted, f*ck the street clout (get money)
n*ggas never seen me in person, how its beef now (how?)
n*gga said he smoking on who? i’m bringing beams out (grrr*boom)
the real macs and them [?] to my crib n*gga
you better chill before i find out where you live n*gga
call up mills, have him flockin’ at yo wig n*gga
a couple gz in the spot yelling grrt n*gga (grrr)
i’m set tripping on these n*ggas now, (facts)
a couple b*tches set switchin’ on these n*ggas now, (facts)
wait, i’m jus flexin’ on these n*ggas now
copped the new mac, can’t wait to catch one of thеse n*ggas now
wtf is up? push a luck (what?)
n*ggas switchin’up
k’s shine, body bag, n*gga zip ’em up
roll ’еm up, puff ’em up, n*gga pass the blunt
go one on one
therefore its gone
so we leave them n*ggas slumped (them n*ggas running)
and i’m just posted up with rooga n*gga
yeah i’m hat but i be moving with some movers n*gga (ap)
faceshot, i don’t think u wanna view it n*gga (boom)
my new b*tch wendy woes, how you doin n*gga (boom*boom*boom)
[?]
my n*ggas is fellons, they murderers and robbers (gang)
chase a bag ima get it regardless (gang)
we shootin’ like i bought it from harlem
n*ggas be movin’ no wocky (yeah)
i don’t think n*ggas could stop me (nah)
piz punch ’em like rocky
call up scotty cause he got me
all my n*ggas they behind me copy (n*gga)
and i just got some brand new shmoney n*gga
she see me spicin’ so she jackin’ how she love me n*gga (treesh)
bust dat ass the d*ck be all up in her tummy n*gga (treesh)
see her in person she be feenin’ just to hug me n*gga …
you h*lla soft how you turn blood? (how you turn blood?)
i be with the real crips, boy u not cuz (not cuz)
couple gz with me show me mad love (facts)
besides that im ebk but n*gga hats up
all that speaking what you speaking for? (what you speaking for?)
n*ggas doing all that geekin’ what you geekin’ for? (clout)
he reach for his then ima reach for sure (boom*boom)
headshot to p*ssy n*gga ain’t gone reach no more (boom*boom*boom)
these n*ggas be politicking
my n*ggas touch money get a lot of chicken
n*ggas talk on facebook but i ain’t tripping
long nose on a beam call it scottie pippen
n*ggas tried to stay inside, b*tch y’all n*ggas missing
i be running to the guap when your fingers itchin’
n*ggas say they ap but they sh*t be clippin’
i’m in love with my b*tch with that b*tch we b*tchin
couple n*ggas got left had to keep my distance
‘member times i was broke had no pot to p*ss in
used to say f*ck school i was always dissing (facts)
then copped ‘rarris n*ggas started snitchin’
got love for my guys i ain’t never switchin’
but when i look around n*ggas acting different
you ‘sposed to be my mans, whys it a competition?
copped the brand new chop for my oppositions
(gang*gang*gang)
grrrt
get money!!
bizzy !!
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