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biz2busy - hoods hottest lyrics

[intro]
elevation

[verse]
i can’t lie, i love the sound of my trap phone
when it rings, i’m straight in the bando
i don’t even care if i comb my afro
i don’t care if it’s picky as f+ck
cah these packs still gotta get bruck
late on the m with a brick in the trunk
i told bae, “just wish me luck”
’cause some n+ggas don’t make it home
and for them, i smoke one to the dome
on the streets feel all alone
cah n+ggas all fake, can’t call you my bro
so it’s just me and this nokia phone
me and the sim like love in rome
i make bands in the trap, it’s known
some n+ggas love hate cah they bummy and broke
you see me, i never chase these hoes
i chase money down the rockiest roads
i used to knock on the door for mz
now i’m screamin’ out, “free my folk”
my n+gga turned coke into crack
one into two like he’s making a clone
and my bae love morning, i don’t see her
i came back and i made her moan
you see this life that i’m living is risky
i went in and out of this trap+house
now i gotta switch my spot like a gypsy
you know me b, i gotta keep it real
if i told you i’m busy, i’m busy
but i ain’t f+ckin’ none of these hoes
i’m deep in the trap tryna break this brizzy
all the feds that spun this block
they got the whole of the gangdem dizzy
miss me if you miss me
cah my sweet one’s brown and pretty
i put the t+r in trap like trizzy
you see me, you see me, you see me
biz i’m busy, i need me a milly
f+ck that, i need me ten
if bro jump out, get drilly
i’ll do it on an old school friend
just tell me where and when
i don’t even need me a reason
it was me and my block all seasons
i’m scheming, i’m scheming
i got henny in my cup, i’m leanin’
truth is i ain’t nothin’ like them
but them boy wanna be like we
i trap mash, put food on streets
every day is the same routine
black brick phone and a nike tech fleece
i pray to the lord, need a run that’s clean
a house on the hill, that’s a trapper’s dream
but for now it’s servin’ fiends
in the bando, and i’m doin’ up sweep
clean up in the dirty t
this place i’d rather be
like [?] or dxb
put this phone on dnd
if it ain’t money, ain’t seein’ me
copped new kicks, gotta keep ’em clean
but it don’t matter if i see police
can’t give a f+ck if these air force crease
you can’t cross me like a jesus piece
i got db and he got me too
for him, jump out like peek+a+boo
you can’t last a day in my shoes
i took some l’s but i still ain’t lose
you see me, i don’t lie for the views
the whole block, they know what i do
trap boy biz, came up from a q
for true, now it’s a box of two
and i can’t get a re, it ruins my mood

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