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bizzy banks & leeky g bando - victim lyrics

[intro: bizzy banks]
my gang go, crazy
grah, grah, grah, where the cuban at
my son kha struc was wild, though
(grah, boom, boom, boom) grah, grah, boom

[chorus: bizzy banks]
too many opps, i can’t pick em
he talk a lot, he catch a shot, that’s word to my moms i’mma hit him
shooters on spot, pass him a glock (that structure), no nba we gon swish em
how much you got, 10 in the chop, if you shoot you better clip em
cause i ain’t got time for no victims

[verse 1: bizzy banks, leeky g bando]
so many shots like we up in a bar
my shooter d wade how he hop out that car
no stephen curry, we shooting from far
he put in that work, he get paid for the job
my n+ggas put your lil face on that card
uh, watch these n+ggas envy
can’t cuff on no b+tch if she moving friendly
i know wifey gon tote if she moving with me
got ten in the clip, b+tch
look, i be shooting like nash
uh, if i back out thе sitchy
i’mma tap it like nav
boy you ain’t sanctioned, can’t stand on my ave
bеtter stand back, rilla, get on his ass
spin through your block, ricky running too fast
i feel like a racer, i hope i don’t crash
this henny be doing something to me, wait, i’m stumbling
boy don’t run up, i ain’t fumbling
30 on me, ain’t no time for the rumbling
i just came home off a situation
my shooter outside when i got probation
so many risks that my n+ggas taking
rip [?], brodie on vacation
if i get a chain, you won’t sn+tch that
uh, f+ck i look like, pnv
b+tch, i run it like dmc
told my shooters i swear that my camp look like cmg
but, scratch that, you want a feature, better pay me through cashapp
i tell rooga go blast that, if he don’t got it, i tell bando to pass that
shorty, she like how i rap, brrrrta, brrrrta, bang
my shooter still moving too tact, uh, and i love them 380s
lately my b+tch moving too crazy
i catch a dv she try to play me
n+ggas who loved me just started hating (bando)
sh+t like that really my motivation

[verse 2: leeky g bando]
free all the guys, i miss em
(free g5 mauley, g5 [?])
we went to court, offered them 10
bizzy got bail, caught an attempt
free my bro 9, i miss him
when he get to shooting, really don’t miss
so many times i done caught an assist
cuzzy said i’m too young, can’t be getting convict
so he put on for the set
that’s a real brother, i don’t feel others
they just freed my n+gga cb
two and a half, somebody got hit
who facing my cast, sig sauer the grip
5k in the stash, i’ll still be the chip
we’re still catching zoes and drilling
hazy got bags despite getting hits

[chorus: bizzy banks, leeky g bando]
(too many mad they don’t get [?]) too many opps, i can’t pick em
he talk a lot, he catch a shot, that’s word to my moms i’mma hit him
shooters on spot, pass him a glock, no nba we gon swish em
how much you got, 10 in the chop, if you shoot you better clip em
cause i ain’t got time for no victims

- bizzy banks leeky g bando lyrics

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