Letras
Start talkin shit boy and we get you hit
We going to smoke on that pack finally roll like a spliff
All these bitches be talkin but I'm pistol packing
Hoe I'm never lacking yo bitch finally tap in
Pullin out the chopper ima make him bleed
Bro smoking gas yeah we smoking that weed
Driving so fast you can call me lightning
Berretta on my belt bitch stop fighting
Tap that berretta my homies is better
We high off that blunt better go bite the dust
Talkin that cap ima let that shit spray
Shoot you for no reason like what'd i say?
What'd you say?
Me n wubba going to spray
Better get out my face cuz you bitches is lame
Aye bitch on my lane like get out my way
Ruin your life I'll ruin your face
Hey who's this?
Bitch my name is Squizzy
I get on the beat and I make it look easy
No Kizzy
I'm with the Goobers, we doin' like 100 shows in your city
Wait wait
We going to spin this block like a Rubik Cube
Wait wait
We going to spin it back like a Cul de sac
Aye aye
Brody talkin' shit I ain't one to chat
Hey hey
Ima pass it off like a quarterback
Take it down back, bitch how sad
Move these wrists like a bitch, goddamn
Got to heart o' lack, now the world glad, fuck your track
Team two hitting home, give the world a heart attack, like woah
Who me? Nah I'm just fine, read the sign
Fuck a bank, bitch we going to make the world blind
Budder really going to hack the worlds "free" mind
Do a day, in a chase, we don't need time
On the internet, talkin' shit, and I'm like (Who)
"Fake motherfuckers" say me, but that's (You)
Be a ghost, goobin' bout, split the world in (Two)
Get a blame game, pointed, and I'm like
Sit down with yo plastic toys, and get a listen
I don't fuck with you, when I got my own vision
Count a bet, write a check, say we met, I forget
Fuck a jet, play roulette. I'm in debt
And I pull up with a stick
And its chillin' on my hip
Got a toolie in the crib