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bandhunta izzy - bliccy lyrics

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[intro]
bandhunta sh-t man
look

[verse]
my n-ggas they savage, no 21
you say you a savage, don’t own a gun
might feel like some dope when it’s on the one
pull up on me, i’m shootin’, you n-ggas run
boy better keep his composure
my n-ggas they know i’m a soldier
run up on me then b-tch i’ma bust his -ss
better think, if you don’t then it’s over
i was just runnin’ my bands up
runnin’ my bands up, runnin’ my bands up
my bl!cky is on me like right now
that’s why i keep pulling my pants up
i stay with a bag like i’m santa
n-ggas keep calling, no answer
b-tch i be balling, no cancer
pull a mood and my n-ggas will blam you
this b-tch that i got, she so mean
the head had me leaning, promethazine
used to post on the block in my seven jeans
copped a revolver at seventeen
baby you know that i get it
i’m rappin’ ’cause b-tch, you know that i live it
b-tches they loving the swag
they telling me boy you know that you drippin’
b-tches they say i’m a dog
still they be showing me love
got n-ggas that’s posted up l&g
them n-ggas be callin’ me cuz
think i just found me a plug
i hope that his sh-t for the low
sh-t if he tax on the drugs
sh-t then i’m gettin’ him smoked
spin through your block like a ceiling fan
b-tches like izzy he been the man
my n-gga just found him a l!ck
i was like f-ck it, go get him then
ugly lil b-tch, head was the sh-t
but d-mnit i love when she deep throat
i love when it’s cold, izzy but why?
that chopper can fit in my peacoat
my n-ggas is sicker than chemo
dressed in all black like an emo
the forty i got is so loud
that b-tch wake up up like a ringtone
sending some shots at your hating -ss
beam on the bl!cky, lil n-gga play laser tag
go on the mission to take him out
but f-ck it, i’m still putting on the mask
taking shots and the sh-lls put him on his -ss
send the picture, the k!llers be on him fast
they catching him quick, better make it last
’cause them k!llers be lurking to get the cash
swag dripping, dripping sauce
catching plays, randy moss
real n-gga, different cloth
bluffing n-ggas, shake ’em off
they know that i’m hot as a fever
your b-tch want my d-ck, you should leave her
i stay fresh as sh-t like i’m easter
she swallow me up, she an eater
running bands, running bands
pulled up and did the running man
cutting grams, cutting grams
in the trap, you wouldn’t understand
get the profit, f-ck it up
hit the trap, i’m ’bout to run it up
n-gga what? you plotting on me?
man this n-gga really dumb as f-ck
i was just broke but i’m straight
betty crocker, i’m making that cake
i’m banging on n-ggas like blake
no exercise, i’m holding weight
what they call me, lil izzy
my brother named shy, no glizzy
keep it a hundred, no fifty
we got thirties hanging out the bl!cky



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