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Top 5 — Bizzy Banks | Aloharmius

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Top 5

Bizzy Banks•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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Grrah, grrah, grrah (Is that you JJ?)

Be keepin' that, bizzy, muna monster

If I walk with the thirty clip

In the face wit a thirty stick

That structure, Bloodclot

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 let off that shot

Eliminated i had to get on that greedy shit

I ain't forgivin' 'em (At all)

I took a plea for what? Get on your knees

I don't wanna fuck

Look, switchin' your team for what?

I took a oath, i ain't switchin' up

Look, servin' these fiends for

What? So I can

Have J's when I step in the club (Facts)

Look, now I got foreigns

I'm steppin' in Dior drugs in my system

I'm drinkin' my Seymour's

My body different, uh

I was the Grinch I ain't

Care 'bout no Christmas

Look, she wanna hit this, uh

I done fuck bitches and

Fucked with they friendships

Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick

No, I ain't Fivi' but I got that Big Drip

This ain't no race don't trip bitch

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 shit, uh

I took a opp off the hitlist

My niggas sliding they think

That they blitzin'

Look, these niggas 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 bail at

I was 'round crack 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 niggas play too much (Facts)

I keep it brief, up in these raps

No, I ain't sayin' too much

These niggas ain't do enough

Y'all niggas spinnin'

But y'all ain't even spinnin' on

Niggas that's ain't even tough

Been fiendin' to dump

Had that pussy boy bleedin' that

Time of the month my shooters been on a hunt

When we slide they ain't Ricky

They like Forrest Gump (Facts)

I asked if you ready or not if I see a opp

Don't think it's sweet 'cause you

Know it's baby bottlepop

When it comes to these bars I'm really elite

Bitch, I'm the one who made it hot

Like, look

(Bitch, I'm the one who made it hot)

I was spinin' on any block

I'm off the 'Tron I said I don't do Ciroc

From the east where they cook up

But I be in the 'Stuy where

The real niggas 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 ain'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, niggas say different then he

Get his head fried you a damn lie

Like, you mention Brooklyn

You know that I'm top 5

Like, uh, we really spinnin' for real

Uh, they makin' up drills when we

Really makin' movies for real like, uh

Niggas know I don't cap

I made it cool to jack what I jack

I'm EBK, niggas 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 damn lie, uh

Like, come to that drill and

They know I'm top 5

These niggas 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