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bandhunta izzy - poppin shit lyrics

[verse]
n-gga i’m poppin sh-t, shut up cause you not
i came from the trap i got racks in the shoe box
since i started rapping i got my whole crew hot
i pull up just sprayin don’t care about who shot
i got yo b-tch on her knees and she eating it
i’m on the grind getting franklins aretha sh-t
always been selfish you know that i’m keeping it
slide in the dm’s, screenshot, then deleting it
tell that n-gga move around what he better do
used the glizzy let me see what baretta’s do
n-gga i’m making them books like coretta do
let my gun talk i got tired of telling you
i just been bathing and clothing, aye
tell that dumb b-tch to abort it, she late
bout to get alot of tears on my face
cause we make n-ggas disappear with no case
i been running up them stacks, i mean it
n-gga say he caught me lacking he dreaming
eyes in the back of my head boy i seen it
know some demons squeezing it for no reason
n-gga i’m lit, you not, i know it
come with a glock, i pop, i blow it
dot, on that, if not, i’m focused
wait, i missed, that sh-t, was bogus
i can’t stop drinking it, n-gga i’m fiending
shot that n-gga in his face while he screaming
he keep on bleeding, i keep on laughing
ambulance get him while i keep on trapping
call them plays i’m in the field ain’t no madden
hitstick a n-gga, run off then i cracked em
n-gga want smoke i ain’t bout to go ask him
pull up with blunts give em smoke when i whacked em
n-gga i’m dripping, don’t choke on no mission
bout to go fishing, reeling yo b-tch in
i don’t want that it don’t come with extension
ya b-tch from the back and i grip her extensions
pull out her track, pull out her weave
pull off her wig, b-tch i’m a beast
b-tch on your knees, swallow the kids
hit from the back, grip on her ribs
n-gga i’m working can’t take no time off
too many times on the block let the nine off
yeah i like to skateboard, know that imma grind hard
p-ss bro the xans to the left that’s a sidebar
driving in my car, fast car, blast off
know that imma k!ll em so i had to take the mask off
boy keep talking, i ain’t bout to let him cap off
suck it too good i ain’t never bout to go soft
you so soft, i know yall
high balling, with no ball
i could sell a brick with a phone call
lean in the foreign bout to doze off
got a main b-tch yeah got the side b-tch too
got a bad -ss b-tch tryna ride my ooh
200 the dash when i ride in the coupe
lil wayne ain’t no ceilings i’m dropping the roof

- bandhunta izzy lyrics

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