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bizzy banks - t.o.t.t. freestyle lyrics

[intro]
(violation)
grrah
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m just (traphousemob) in this sh+t braggin’ right now, like
(luca on the track)
get money

[verse]
look, got to move left and right with this sh+t (right with this sh+t)
we was totin’ on guns, we was swipin’ and sh+t (facts)
you know brodie my slime, like, i’m wipin’ my sh+t
you don’t want to tweak wit’ no n+ggas like us
you don’t want to see me pop out on a n+gga, like luv’ (rrah)
we’ll make the whole scene graphic and shoot the whole club (rrah)
yeah, i do this sh+t sober, [?] the drugs (grrah, grrah)
got paranoia, don’t know who to trust (at all)
you ain’t smokin’ on weed, boy, you smokin’ on dust (b+tch)
’cause i don’t know why you thinkin’ you f+ckin’ wit’ me
took his b+tch out to eat, now she eatin’ on me (haha)
she cheatin’ on you, she ain’t cheatin’ on me
shorty name triss, she could lean on mе (lean)
she ain’t my sis’, she my lil’ homiе
that’s the one that i call just to put it on me
i’m all about my cheese, no pepperoni (at all)
all about my cheese, no ham, baloney (facts)
no if and no b+tts, so if it ain’t ’bout money then shut the f+ck (like, look)
get it?
i might slide wit’ this chop if you wit’ it (what?)
bro i hop out and k!ll ’em for digits (grrah)
i grew up with vegans, so i ain’t eat chicken
why you think i’m in love with the green?
b+tch i always put on for the team
my b+tch h+lla bad and her face lookin’ mean (bad)
h+lla drippy when i’m on the scene
i pop out chanel and i chill in celine
uh, b+tch, i’m a different n+gga if you ask
i’m sippin’ champagne inside of saks
in order to get it, gotta spend a pack
r.i.p. virgil, miss you, bro, no cap (virgil)
i went to louis, spent like ten racks
that’s an automatic trip to the back (word)
if you sign for twenty, gotta sign for tax
this lil’ b+tch askin’ me to get a bag
i think her p+ssy talkin’ more than that
she like me, her n+gga ain’t affordin’ that
she got knees like megan, so i call her that
if her p+ssy was trash, i wasn’t callin’ back (ain’t callin’ back, hah)
i got a pound, i came from a half
i flipped a profit, put it in a stash
i had to turn it up to the max
once i seen ten, i wasn’t lookin’ back (word)
i’m sellin’ weed, it look like i sell crack (what else?)
i had the same jeans on in the trap (what else?)
i’m makin’ plays and i ain’t got a jack, like, look (traphousemob)
fast forward look at me now
you know how much times i seen a hundred thou’ (like)
haters lookin’ at me like, “how?”
the way she suck d+ck got me like, “wow” (wow)
know my diamonds going, bling, blaow (blaow)
sh+t kick, look like kung lao (grrah)
aight top, so she going down
all these n+ggas stealin’ my sound (like)
all these new york n+ggas stealin’ styles (why?)
i’ma mack, but don’t play with my hounds (at all)
you know bizzy the talk of the town
’cause i do what i want when i want to
hit from the back and i pull on her front tooth
i had them hatin’ when i fixed the front tooth
r.i.p. j, [?] my uncle
she got some inches thinkin’ she rapunzel (like, what?)
[outro]
get money
grrah+grrah, grrah+grrah

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