west bank - flizop lyrics
[intro]
(xavvo got the beat knockin’)
(big bang studios)
grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
flizzy, flizzy, flizzy
grrt, grrt, grrt
(west bank records or nothin’)
[chorus: flizop]
super certified, them n*ggas knowing i got rank
you could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
when the shottas get in involve, we leaving n*ggas in a swamp
and i on the paper route, i heading to the west bank
all this gas that i be having, i could fill a fuel tank
n*ggas talking on my name but ion’ hear them cause they blank
they just hating ’cause i balling in the circle with the champs
on the paper route, i gotta go and catch the west bank
[verse 1: flizop]
free my n*gga k!lla, free my n*gga bushwick
do you bad for talking ’bout my dawg, i feel like john wick
talking likе you crazy, we gon’ put you on a news clip
feds ain’t watching no morе, n*ggas be runnin’ they loose lips
tsa be searchin’ me and asking me some bullsh*t
they know that my hustle strong, i known for touching h*lla bricks
15,000 in the trap, i send a mail and [?]
everything [?] the products be the new sh*t
you know i got the newest drugs, my life changed when i meet the plug
i hear pressure turn to diamonds so i had to get me some
i a shark inside the ocean and you n*ggas look like chum
real recognize real and you n*ggas look like bums
them n*ggas knowing i the truth, balling hard but ion hoop
selling snow but we in summer so the fiends come by the group
and i servin’ on the low, can’t let the police sell my soup
on god the world gon’ know my name cause flizzy gon blow like a nuke
[chorus: flizop]
super certified, them n*ggas knowing i got rank
you could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
when the shottas get in involve, we leaving n*ggas in a swamp
and i on the paper route, i heading to the west bank
all this gas that i be having, i could fill a fuel tank
n*ggas talking on my name but ion’ hear them cause they blank
they just hating ’cause i balling in the circle with the champs
on the paper route, i gotta go and catch the west bank
[verse 2: key glock]
yeah, it’s flizzy and glizzy, what the f*ck is up
yeah, i keep some on my hip i ain’t gotta go and pop the trunk
yeah, i pour syrup every morning, smoke broccoli for lunch
it’s never too much much, i’m a big dawg these n*ggas mutts
yep, i love my gang but god the only one i trust
and you know ain’t sh*t change, my n*gga, i still be in the cut
yeah, shootin’ sh*t like kd, they like man this n*gga clutch
yeah, slam your b*tch like ad, they like boy you just too much
i got [?] in my motherf*cking double cup
trappin’ like the 80’s, me and gang gang done ran it up
choppas like the navy, n*gga play them traces ate em up
you know money talk even though ion like to say too much
[chorus: flizop]
super certified, them n*ggas knowing i got rank
you could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
when the shottas get in involve, we leaving n*ggas in a swamp
and i on the paper route, i heading to the west bank
all this gas that i be having, i could fill a fuel tank
n*ggas talking on my name but ion’ hear them cause they blank
they just hating ’cause i balling in the circle with the champs
on the paper route, i gotta go and catch the west bank
[outro]
paper route, i gotta go and catch the west bank
paper route, i gotta go and catch the west bank
paper route, i gotta go and catch the west bank
paper route, i gotta go and catch the west bank
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