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casino jizzle - message lyrics

[intro]
ayy
check, check
(d+mn, 2ls, you made this beat?)
ayy, 2ls, i’ma punch in
jizzle baby
okay

[verse 1]
opp n+gga beggin’ for some fame, i’ma give it to him
put him on the news or somethin’, n+gga, i don’t get into it
hitters, they gon’ slide, ain’t no was, ain’t no finna do it
don’t speak on what you did, we gon’ let that n+gga people do it
cry, cry, cry, they gon’ suck they mama titty, huh?
you didn’t know a hundred shots’d fit up in these titties, huh?
you the one jumped stupid, had to show you who was really dumb
you really a b+tch, you just braggin’ what your n+ggas done
uh, slidin’ in a stingray, this ain’t my car (skrrt)
slidin’ in a stingray, this ain’t my block (skrrt, skrrt)
pardon me, just tryna knock an opp off
convertible, i’m just tryna knock a n+gga top off
knock a n+gga sh+t back, plugged where the list at
we just took them n+ggas off, just tryna see who’s sh+t nеxt
it’s too much on my mind, i ain’t really tryna get rest
still tryna find out whеre them l!cks at
rack after rack, i be stackin’ like i’m loose change
can put a couple g’s on your head like a gucci hat
but they gon’ do it off the love, they gon’ do it off the strength
leave a n+gga stankin’ like that s+x when that ho coochie bad
soon as you’re gone, whole team gon’ hit you later
pop a perc’, forget about the whole situation
we gon’ celebrate it, baby, it’s a lituation
your n+gga gone, you get a chance to be with jizzle baby
i ain’t never ran from a n+gga
if i ran from a n+gga, then that n+gga had a badge
that n+gga had them blue lights on his car comin’ fast
that n+gga had some cuffs up on his hip, he got a pass
any other n+gga would’ve felt what’s in this mag
blast him, zip him up and put him in a bag
[interlude]
no cap
you n+ggas be talkin’ all that gangster sh+t but ain’t never did sh+t gangster
uh

[verse 2]
go and catch a body, why you beefin’ on the internet?
you keep on typin’ this and that, the police lookin’ into that
how the f+ck they tell me who i’m beefin’ with? you been a rat
you sent a dm, but i never dm’ed back
n+ggas say they lurkin’, man, these n+ggas really workin’
tryna trick a n+gga out the streets, really nervous
they know jizzle out here makin’ noise, a real disturbance
i know my own n+ggas tryna cross me, kyrie irving
i don’t give a f+ck, hit his ass with a reversal
take his strap, now i got me two of ’em like i’m urkel
ten steps ahead, i could never be a turtle
i done got shot, no peace ’til he murdered
if we can’t get to him, i just want a friend of him
it can be a mama, daddy, brother, man, any them
i’m tryna bag whoever came with him like some m&ms
my youngins, they just waitin’ for the word like a synonym, uh
know i’m ’bout the actions like a verb
still makin’ plays when i’m not makin’ serves
i’m back on the road doin’ shows, know you heard
if you ain’t poppin’ up on your page, the b+tch is on hers
you know she goin’
if i’m booked up in the city, then you know she goin’
[interlude]
man, you know d+mn well these hoes wanna see jizzle baby (duh)
you know what the f+ck goin’ on

[verse 3]
knowin’ i’m the topic
promoters and these labels steady callin’, they been shoppin’
streets constantly beggin’ me, they love the sh+t i’m droppin’
they say they want that real street sh+t, n+ggas floppin’
all i ever wanted to be was rich
i came in with sh+t and can’t leave with sh+t
yeah, i ain’t had sh+t, now i’m lookin’ like a l!ck
all this ice on me, i don’t even need a ‘fit

[outro]
(d+mn, 2ls, you made this beat?)

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