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bizzy banks - quarantine freestyle lyrics

[intro]
uh, what?
uh, like, haha, get money
bizzy (chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
like, what? b+tch

[verse]
and we still in amiri jeans
i’m lookin’ fresh when i pull up right on the scene
we don’t care ’bout no quarantine
b+tch, we outside makin’ movies like wolverine
and she think i’m wild grimy
b+tch, you know how much i made in these 990s?
my blood, it get wild slimy
i ain’t got time for a b+tch that move just like me
and my shooters don’t like fightin’
but they punch for pieces up, they look like mike tyson
where you walkin’, it’s so frightening
i ain’t like swipin’, so i had to on+sight it
i’m a shooter that’s so drippy
she tryna f+ck me, i told her give no hickeys
i just bagged out a cool fifty
when i pop out, i’m on scene with a new
and you know my jewelry is vv
he talkin’ hot, he get smoked like his gg, uh
you know that boy wanna be me
he said he hear me, but got me on repeat, uh
i was just bomin’ sb, so i had to run up the cartis, uh (turn up the cartis)
level just backed out a royce, now we gotta get us a ‘rari (skrrt, skrrt)
don’t think it’s sweet ’cause we shoot up the party
i don’t play, boy, what i look like, i’m carti?
i just might slide, put an opp in a molly
we takin’ percs, no, we don’t take molly
she call me rancher, suck me like jolly
my b+tch an uh, shaped like a barbie
cook it up like it’s ruth chris
she callin’ my phone, i’m like, “who this?” uh
better go stupid
hit the showroom for that new drip, uh
i had to switch up the flow on ’em, uh
really got knocked with the pole on ’em
we ain’t f+ckin’ with, ’cause he told on ’em, uh
you gotta give it and go on ’em, uh
it’s goin’ down, yung joc (yung joc)
we want the smoke, no pac
hit up the bl++dy, hola
i ain’t eatin’ that p+ssy, ain’t kosher
and we just got a thirty, osha
and you know that i drip like the ocean
like look, uh
runnin’ through hundreds, we blessed up, uh
stop takin’ them yerkies, all them sh+ts just be pressed up
i just might slide with a stick, that’s lil’ n+gga dress up
boy, wait a minute, fresh up, uh
she wanna f+ck, you know i’m never gon’ stress her, like
who is that n+gga? i ain’t got time to go press her, like
we gettin’ money, we throw that sh+t in the, uh
[outro]
we gettin’ money, we throw that sh+t up in the, uh (ayy, what?)
we throw that sh+t up and, uh
i just been runnin’ through hundreds and ones
we gotta go get an, uh
bro got a stick and it came with a drum
my n+ggas really go dumb
these n+ggas talkin’ too hot on the, uh
what? uh, uh (chasethemoney, chasethemoney)
run up the funds like

- bizzy banks lyrics

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