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free bizzy, pt. 2 - leeky g bando lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh (grrah*grrah*grrah)
that structure

[chorus]
i’m still huggin’ the block wit’ the pizzy
go ask the jeweler, i almost spent fifty (fifty)
free bizzy (free bizzy), no kizzy (no kizzy)
i drink purple and triss by the lizzy (glah glah)
they know jj ruthless, kha struc’ boom sh*t
that’s why my n*ggas always wit’ me (glah glah glah glah)
smokin’ gumbo, got me dizzy
i keep drinkin’ lean, i’ma f*ck up my kidneys (cj!)
[verse]
i move doley, you know i got sitchy
don’t move like you know me, i’m feenin’ to empty that (at all, look)
gave her d*ck, now she can’t get her feelings back (boom boom boom)
f*cked her friend and she ain’t never healed from that (at all)
n*ggas keep playin’ with money and thinkin’ it’s sweet, you should know we ain’t hearin’ that
catch ’em tryna sell a renty, i’m flarin’ that, we ain’t hearin’ that (we ain’t hearin’ that)
cameraman f*ck with the opps, he got robbed and he ain’t get his camera back (at all)
what kind of hammer you got?
we keep glocks, so no jammin’ that (brah bap bap bap)
free them boys eatin’ peanut b*tter sandwiches
it ain’t no jam with that (glah glah glah glah)
all them murders and n*ggas you smoke on the ‘gram, they in the jam for that (for real)
and them n*ggas gon’ cap like they know who i am (what?), but they ain’t prepared for that (at all)
and them b*tches gon’ cap like they love me, they smoochies, you know we ain’t hearin’ that (at all)
and them b*tches gon’ cap like they love me, they legs, you know we ain’t hearin’ that
free kk and [?] out the pen, they on dg (dg)
pour up a trey of the triss in the fiji
it’s a list of n*ggas tryna be me (what?)
we keep spinnin’ his block like a cd
drive*by basics, so go get up on ’em
if he slip, he won’t live ’til the mornin’ (boom boom boom)
i know a b*tch got some hits, she be on it
you talk hot, so be ready to boom sh*t
we shakin’ the room on n*ggas
don’t make me unleash my mood on n*ggas
slide with them choppers, them boom boy n*ggas
bad mon rude boy k!llers
whole lotta 30s and lasers, boy don’t you dare me
sh*t gettin’ hot then we puttin’ that sh*t in ya’ f*nny (at all)
compact glock come in handy
b*tches be callin’ me leeky gon’ band me (gon’ band me like)
i f*ck n*ggas b*tches, it be random
talkin’ hot, lil’ bro don’t even do ransom (like)
we just gon’ catch ’em and blam ’em (like)
we gon’ rob you even when we in mansions
take rap n*ggas chains and put it on camera (like)
with them steppers, don’t make us step in (at all)
don’t be givin’ the police no answers (like)
first fouty*eight, know that rule make n*ggas panic (grah tah boom)
[chorus]
i’m still huggin’ the block wit’ the pizzy
go ask the jeweler, i almost spent fifty (like)
free bizzy (free bizzy), no kizzy (no kizzy)
i drink purple and triss by the lizzy (glah glah)
they know jj ruthless, kha struc’ boom sh*t
that’s why my n*ggas always wit’ me (glah glah glah glah)
smokin’ gumbo, got me dizzy
i keep drinkin’ lean, i’ma f*ck up my kidneys (cj!)
i’m still huggin’ the block wit’ the pizzy
go ask the jeweler, i almost spent fifty (like)
free bizzy (free bizzy), no kizzy (no kizzy)
i drink purple and triss by the lizzy (glah glah)
they know jj ruthless, kha struc’ boom sh*t
that’s why my n*ggas always wit’ me (glah glah glah glah)
smokin’ gumbo, got me dizzy
i keep drinkin’ lean, i’ma f*ck up my kidneys (cj!)

- leeky g bando lyrics

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