bandgang lonnie bands – rip jizzle lyrics
[chorus]
huh, bust it out the wrap, the work look like a whole moon
n+gga, i been trappin’, i ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout no pro tools
huh, drive+bys not respectable, that’s what them hoes do
we be turnin’ n+ggas to them vegetables like whole foods
put the mic down for three months to see what that road do
showed my mama a hundred plus like, “baby, i told you”
i was the one scammin’ visas and took that sh+t global
a hundred racks, that’s my re+up, we ain’t sendin’ it postal
i could teach you how to hustle, how to cha+cha, huh
play with me, i’ma bust you, f+ck the ra+ra
tryna diss the dead homies, know he know that ain’t wise, guy
on god, we gon’ send his ass to allah
[verse]
huh, bust a whole brick open, n+gga, voila
huh, want my white with tan on it, huh, no lala
want my faygo with a deuce in it, r.i.p. to dada
everybody that was dissin’ you, n+gga, sent ’em bye+bye
huh, b+tch, we still trappin’, huh, still scammin’, huh
n+gga, f+ck what them labels talkin’ ’bout
they ain’t know we really active, think we sendin’ hits at ’em
they ain’t know that was the rapper hoppin’ out
i get ten racks, n+gga, on a slow day, huh
n+gga, what the f+ck is a drought?
huh, my bag real big, n+gga, rod wave
what the f+ck i’ma do with an ounce?
i put narcotics, n+gga, on the highway
two thousand pills when i’m sendin’ out
ain’t n0body put me on, did it my way
new work, n+gga, on the same route
move my family out the city, time to play ball
since y’all lil’+ass n+ggas wanna hit anybody
hit your mama and your daddy and even the dog
they should’ve never ever gave this much money to lonnie
y’all goin’ straight to the ‘gram, that’s that police sh+t, huh
you’re tryna get some life insurance, huh?
and y’all still with them n+ggas and y’all know they snitched, huh
i know y’all won’t post them black and white papers up
huh, mone told me calm down, don’t move in emotion
we be gettin’ n+ggas knocked down, i instagram post ’em
heard these n+ggas want my head, they got fifty on it
what the f+ck is that? i got fifty on me
i just got a fully with some titties on it
i got fifty shots, n+gga, i don’t need no homies
n+gga, f+ck your dead homies, they can rest in p+ss, n+gga
all i’m doing stating facts, this is not no diss
[chorus]
huh, bust it out the wrap, the work look like a whole moon
n+gga, i been trappin’, i ain’t been thinkin’ ’bout no pro tools
huh, drive+bys not respectable, that’s what them hoes do
we be turnin’ n+ggas to them vegetables like whole foods
put the mic down for three months to see what that road do
showed my mama a hundred plus like, “baby, i told you”
i was the one scammin’ visas and took that sh+t global
a hundred racks, that’s my re+up, we ain’t sendin’ it postal
i could teach you how to hustle, how to cha+cha, huh
play with me, i’ma bust you, f+ck the ra+ra
tryna diss the dead homies, know he know that ain’t wise, guy
on god, we gon’ send his ass to allah
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