2016

Grrah-grrah

(YJay 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 **** to sleep

**** hit bro and we spinned the whole week

They switchin' up cribs, they switchin' up Vs

Them **** duckin', they don't wanna tweak (At all)

Them **** 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 and it's, "Wham-bam" (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?

**** saw me, started bluffin' and freezin'

Got in that car and that boy started schemin', like, tss-he (I see you)

These **** pussy, I know they ain't tough

Word to they they want a **** 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 **** to sleep

**** hit bro and we spinned the whole week (Like)