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bandhunta izzy - i run it lyrics

gang sh-t (x7)
shout out to the n-gga swervo n-gga
shout out to the motha f-ckin to the 3 six m-th- f-ckin mafia

{verse 1}
imma start it like this if i don’t run it
ain’t n0body else gonna run it like i do
remember was robbin n-ggas
had them walking around naked like erykah badu
whatever you want then we got it
we got them big choppas hitting yo spot too
and trigger on the forty homie just hope you ain’t dead when it at you
cheese cheddar or something
get hit with the glizzy beretta or something
get hit with the heat like you stepped in the oven
get hit in the head thats a messy concussion
boy i’m a vet you a rookie or something
rock blue i’m a monster need cookies or something
get tied by ya neck like a hoodie or something
40 sneeze boy ya boogies or something
who do you think that we scared of, not you
ice got me sick, achoo
you think im a b-tch, not true
when it come to the rapping i’m top two
feel like a wraith in my coop
cuz i feel like a star when i ride thru
say thats your b-tch, well mine too
p-ssy was balder than caillou
d-mn it i feel like i’m herbo
when i’m in the whip bout to drink imma swervo
look at my bank account
when i read the amount imma feel like a nerd tho
i got the turbo riding fast if you play its a baby bag
look at my pockets, see how they fat b-tch its a lot of cash
i don’t know why they mad
i can tell they lying motha f-cka i’m a polygraph
dope shop on the back block it’ll knock em out like an ali jab
riding past when i’m walking past you can feel the drip from my new sneakers
got a new b-tch for the first time at the restaurant she a new eater
f-cking the twins nah it was triplets present on christmas b-tch i was gifted
i got a thirty [?] b-tch i’m shooting at his fitted
i got a drum and a stick hold the choppa like guitar thats a rock band
caught a n-gga walking with his girl k!lled them both it was not planned
god d-mn, lil n-gga almost lost his life when that glock jammed
izzy n-gga don’t hit em with the red light treat him like roxanne
so i hit him with the green dot
bring out a fan, he hot
call paramedics, he shot
say that he gang he not
i be one hunnit like i be
matter fact 150 like dream team
i put that boy in the i.v when i hit that n-gga with the mean thing
i put his face on the t.v matter fact i put him on the flatscreen
he kept on sleeping i ran up and hit him but he ain’t waking from his bad dream
i gotta run sh-t i’m with the dumb sh-t but the d-ck up in the glizzy i love it
i wanna kiss on the glizzy and hug it
imma finger f-ck it imma touch it, f-ck on the glizzy and bust it
i wanna but that b-tch up in your stomach
i wanna cath a n-gga lackin its gon make the glizzy so h-rny its nuttin
they can not see me that n-gga like stevie
that boy wanna be me that n-gga my clone
leaving him staking boy do we smell good cuz i spray him like calone
i got a thousand plays on my phone [?]
n-ggas be calling me president izzy cuz i’m on the trap and i’m sending a bomb
i keep it rolling like i’m going down a hill
bro popin pills ain’t no advil
shot in his face now he look like he smiling boy why you mad still
i’m on the stove like i’m a chef
blow like a whistle like i’m a ref
having them b-tches like hue heft
boi ain’t a shooter he missing the net

- bandhunta izzy lyrics

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