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diizii & thedirtybunny - 222 lyrics

[intro: diizii]
go! (bidness, diizii!)

[verse: diizii]
huh (ha), 222, now they talk out they necks
and you get what you give, homie, cause and effect (yeah)
glock got the tits on ‘em, it finna knock off yo’ hat (phew)
it’s yo’ time to bat
slammin’ this p+ssy, i’m grand slammin’ her, freddie freeman
an angel get down with the demons
fried off of the 9 niight blunt, you know that i’m really fiendin’, yeah! (i’m fiendin’)
i’m finna bleed ‘em, the heater gon’ see ‘em (the heater)
the heater gon’ heat ya, n+gga cannot see us (gon’ heat ya)
think this sh+t games? you gon’ go meet the reaper
the reefer (phew), goin’ in deeper
if she hold it down, you know i cannot leave her
i chief it, huh, smokin’ that leaf, uh
ridin’ some d+ck ‘cause you really ‘bout that, lil’ n+gga (d+ck rider)
you ain’t nothin’ more than a beaver (ha)
yeah, keep it down for a lil’ minute (woo+woo)
wet sh+t, soak my sh+t, i’ma hit it (wet sh+t)
in my state, you get k!lled for them fitteds (you get k!lled)
this how n+ggas be soundin’ when they dissin’ (what they doin?)
you a lame, i don’t really wanna hear sh+t (shh+shh)
you ain’t cut, you get cut like the kitchen (cut+cut)
‘cause i’m up and you washed like some dishes (h+ll yeah)
i know n+ggas be snakes ‘cause they hissin’ (and i–)
huh, what they talkin’ ‘bout? i don’t wanna hear it (woo+woo)
i’on’ trust not a soul, rich amiri (woo+woo)
f+ck the tough n+gga sh+t, you don’t fear me? (woo+woo)
speak a different language, you don’t really hear me (woo+woo)
what’s the move? i’ma bust with the tool
i’ma shoot+shoot+shoot, so they really gon’ hear it (okay)
k!lled a fool, so it’s, “r.i.p., who?” (fah+fah+fah)
nah, who’s yo’ lil’ dude? nah, i ain’t really carin’ (woo+woo)
two+piece, it’s a 2+2+2
i’ma break the f+ckin’ roof, now there ain’t no ceiling (phew+phew)
down the street, it be n+ggas tryna loot (yeah, yeah)
put the food on a plate, now it’s f+ck yo’ feelings (ha)
talk it out? nah, we can’t really do that (no, we can’t)
heard you got robbed, n+gga, get yo’ tool back (ha)
homie is a n0body, i’m like, “who that?” (what the f+ck?)
n+ggas really be on my wave like a durag (okay)
huh, back in bidness, so i reminisce (back in bidness)
different level, you can’t get with this (nah)
you sad as f+ck, i can bet with this (sad)
yo’ n+gga trippin’? i’ma get the stick (trippin’)
they sellin’ they soul, i can’t do that sh+t
uh (huh), homie just told me, “just shoot that bl!ck”
what? (huh) kick the ho out, i’ma shoo that b+tch
huh (huh), they just be cryin’, i be coolin’ quick (huh)
‘cause i’m in the room with it, boom with it
fat blunt on me, i’ma fume with it (phew)
walk in the room, got ‘em hot, got ‘em humid, b+tch (hot)
when i’m talkin’, i’m sayin’, “do you feel me, b+tch?” (i’m talkin’)
sh+t talkin’ on the beat i made with bunny
n+ggas h+lla funny, i’ma get my money (what the f+ck?)
you not my friend, you a crash dummy
i’m with my honey, she bounce like a bunny beat (d+mn)
courtside seats, i’ma see the play
b+tch, do you want the heat today? (pole)
comin’ in hot, it’s a fever day (hot)
i do all of this sh+t in a different way (okay, okay)
they on my tail, i’m on my ten toes (b+tch)
bag after bag after bag, i get those (ha)
i’m with my ride or die, i don’t need hoes (yeah)
runtz in the j’s, so them j’s? i need those (phew)
huh, what you talkin’ ‘bout? i don’t wanna listen (woo+woo)
dirty glock got a body, that’s a hit stick (woo+woo)
i don’t kick it with them ‘cause they worry ‘bout them b+tches (woo+woo)
i don’t kick it with them ‘cause i’m a shark and they fishes (woo+woo)
baby, what you really tryna do, f+ck me? (woo+woo)
i’ma let you do it, baby, now you’re lucky (woo+woo)
next time, shorty finna come and suck me (woo+woo)
no respect for yo’ b+tch ass, what’s up, b? (woo+woo)
‘sup, b+tch, now i see you tryna duck quick (shoot+shoot)
blunt burnt, you get burned in the oven (phew+phew)
weird nerdy ass n+ggas like mclovin (nah+nah)
ten bodies, so i really couldn’t love ya (ten+ten)
that ass on my b+tch, now they cuddlin’ (woo)
“which whip you want, diiz’?” it’s that cullinan (woo)
fakin’ ass n+ggas get hung like an ornament (woo)
stupid ass n+ggas get hit with the hunnid quick (brr+brr)
[outro: ?]
and enter countless more people using twin gats
why did i call them twin gats?
because the weapons were severely unfinished on their own
and only worked together for a few years until breaking off
uh, witnesses testified that a artist named– uh, mstabeaver–
the f+ck is that stupid ass name? uh–
tried to assist bunny– what was th– oh!
no, sorry, restrict bunny from adding onto his already lengthy crime history
due to his opps never learning that if somebody call up bunbun, they will get spun+spun

- diizii thedirtybunny lyrics

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