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top 5 - bizzy banks lyrics

[intro]
gra*gra*gra*gra
is that you jj
be keeping that
[?]
bizzy
muna monster
if i walk with the tote clip
[?]
that structure
bloodclot

[verse 1]
like, look
what’s a demon to a goblin
i was trappin’, i was robbin’
every villain got a problem (facts)
look, every hero got a gotham
every child need a father
like, i was raised by the block
i was nine when my father got knocked
i was twelve when my brother got knocked
i was thirteen when i left off that shot
eliminated
i had to get on that gritty sh*t i ain’t forgiving em (at all)
i took a plea for what? get on your knees i don’t wanna f*ck
look, switching your team for what? i took a oath i ain’t switching up
look, serving these fiends for what? so i can have j’s when i step in the club (facts)
look now i got foreign’s i’m steppin’ in dior
drugs in my system i’m drinking my [?]
my body different, i was the grinch i ain’t care ’bout no christmas
look, she wanna hit this
i done f*ck b*tches and f*cked with they’re friendships
look, i’m finna slide with a big stick
no i’m fivio but i got that big drip
this ain’t no race don’t trip b*tch, i took an l and then i got big lit
uh, now i’m just tryna’ get big rich, i ain’t got time to beef over kid sh*t
i took an opp off the hitlist
my n*ggas sliding they think that they blitzen
look, these n*ggas lie in the booth
see me in person like who you gon’ yell at
you ain’t no shooter boy who you gon’ tell that
if i get booked marz know where the bell at
i was ’round pack but no i never sell that
uh, did a flip with some coke
i told my ‘migo to mail that
like, look
i said y’all n*ggas play too much
i keep it brief, up in these raps
no i ain’t saying too much, these n*ggas ain’t do enough
y’all n*ggas spinning, but y’all ain’t even spinning on n*ggas that’s ain’t even tuff
[?]
had that p*ssy boy bleeding that time of the month
my shooters been on a hunt
when we slide they ain’t like rick they like forrest gump (facts)
i asked if you ready or not
if i see an opp, don’t think it’s sweet ’cause you know it’s baby bottlepop
when it comes to these bars i’m really elite
b*tch i’m the one who made it hot
like, look
i was spinin’ on any block
i’m off the ‘trone i said i don’t do ciroc
from the east where they cook up
but i be in the stop where the real n*ggas milly rock
and my shooter just hit me like good luck
you know it get spooky up at the top
’cause that’s when you see who hatin’
they ain’t gon’ love you when you leave the block
like nah ma’, always on go i don’t care ’bout no stop signs
top 5
uh, come to that drill and they know i’m top 5
on the dead guys
uh, n*ggas say different then he get his head fried
you a d*mn lie
like, you mention brooklyn you know that i’m top 5
[outro]
like, uh we really spinnin’ for real
uh, they makin’ up drills where we really makin’ movies for real
like, uh
n*ggas know i don’t cap
i made it cool to jack what i jack
i’m ebk n*ggas know all the facts
like, top 5
uh, dead or alive they know i’m top 5
you mention brooklyn you know that i’m top 5
on the dead guys
like, he talking hot then he get his head fried
you a d*mn lie
like, come to that drill and they know i’m top 5
these n*ggas lie in the booth
see me in person like who you gon’ yell at
you ain’t no shooter boy who you gon’ tell that
if i get booked marz know where the bell at
i was ’round pack but no i never sell that
uh, did a flip with some coke
i told my ‘migo to mail that
like, look

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