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Grrah-grrah
(??? made this)
Get Money
(What´s good, Nonzo?)
Nonzo, know who be fuckin´ the beats up

I feel like the old Bizzy (Bizzy)
All I´m missin´ is the Don C
But they know what´s up (That Structure)
Uh, look

He talkin´ hot, up that
Brodie gon´ clutch that (Grrah)
He on shooter (Uh)
Tell him, "Pass it and dump that" (Grrah-grrah)
Like, yeah
I feel like Bizzy in 2016
He talkin´ hot, then he get a sixteen
They know my body, it´s right in my jeans, like (Baow-baow)
Uh, I don´t wish jail, only death in this beef
Hollows in the Glock put a nigga to sleep
Niggas hit bro and we spinned the whole week

They switchin´ up cribs, they switchin´ up Vs
Them niggas duckin´, they don´t wanna tweak (At all)
Them niggas duckin´, they don´t wanna beef
I do not talk, I don´t post on the G, like (Like)
Yeah, I used to rob and shoot out the van, damn
He make a move, then it´s, "Bam-bam"
We spin a Benz in this ??? (Grrah), uh
I did not freeze, it jammed, damn
You not my mans, you my mans mans
Thought it was a opp, hit a damn fan, like
What you gon´ do when you see you a demon?
Nigga saw me, started bluffin´ and freezin´
Got in that car and that boy started schemin´, like, tss-he (I see you)
These niggas pussy, I know they ain´t tough
Word to they they want a nigga like me touched
´Cause I´m really real, I don´t talk too much, like

Uh, I tell ´em, "I´m really slimin´ for real" (I´m really slimin´ for real)
You whine to your mom for real
You callin´ your bitch but she mine for real (Stupid), like
Don´t get out the line for real (Why?)
´Cause I do the drill and the time for real (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Like, uh, ´cause I´m still in the trenches, bitch
Hop out the car, start switchin´ shit
Beam on the pole, we ain´t missin´ shit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Free Bie´, free Chop´
They know my body, gotta keep a Glock, like
Free Luv´, free Pop´
Yeah, you know Molly is still up on the Rock, like
And if he move wock

I´ma tell AK, "Get him out the spot", like
On bro, though
Free Black, free Mane, free Solo, uh
Free Kodo
Got a Glock with a dick, no homo, uh
Twenty Romo
Tryna be down, send him up like a yo-yo

Yeah, I feel like Bizzy in 2016
He talkin´ hot, then he get a sixteen
They know my body, it´s right in my jeans, like (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Uh, I don´t wish jail, only death in this beef
Hollows in the Glock put a nigga to sleep
Niggas hit bro and we spinned the whole week (Like)