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thizzler on the roof – thizzler cypher x miir lyrics

[intro: 3k!llstreakuav]
aye, what’s good? its uav with the thizzler cypher
aye, they lucky they ain’t let me get on the beat, bruh, but, aye, they got it, they got it
go ahead, bruh

[verse 1: kai bandz]
aye, look
off the dribble, i’m like, “whoo,” yeah, this beat hard
n+ggas sweethearts, on god, they don’t even be hard
my lil n+ggas be popping percs like they sweetarts
tryna go dumb in this b+tch like a r+t+rd
b+tch, peep drip, mix off+white with louis and some purple
rip the thugs and, on god, rip to virgil
i snuck the toolie in this b+tch, i don’t wanna hurt you
i need all blues out this b+tch, i don’t wanna flirt you
made a couple bands ‘fore i еver made a hit
as a lil n+gga i was really trapping around this b+tch
wrap a bowl and movе it home, we sending packs around this b+tch
dice game, one roll, don’t get cracked around this b+tch
my chain hang, we g+ngb+ng, i’m on that money route
brother told me rock these shows and we gon’ make it out
she put them bands in her purse then i took ’em out
on my mama, i need more money, y’all can take the clout
can you salute me?
fresh off the plane from la, my life a movie, aye
big bnb sh+t, we gon’ fill ’em up with groupies
n+ggas said they on my head, well, n+gga, shoot me
2022, i’m taking over, b+tch, this my year
too d+mn high, i’m in the sky, buzz lightyear
i heard you looking for your b+tch, bruh, she right here
she leave with me, i’m a n+gga worst nightmare
they really love me from la to j+pan
did a couple million views, now i need a million bands
gotta watch who you call your mans, i don’t got too many friends
if you hopping on that road to these riches you need a plan, n+gga
[verse 2: ebk bckdoe]
my n+gga miir made the beat, here we go again
i just rolled my last [?] up, i’m at the store again
i’m finna pull the move, i’m like, “bro, we need to smoke again”
she broke me off a dub, i start laughing, did the joker dance
i just hit my cougar b+tch up, finna blow her in
got this b+tch bank account froze like i [?]
they like the lil dreads in the back, i just growed ’em in
f+ck her off my name, you only f+ck her ’cause you showed her ten
i need this [?], get the red pack
you can get a extra twenty k, bring his head back
i just rolled a eight [?] and some dead pack
you loving on that dirty thot b+tch, i been bled that
n+gga said he on my head, n+gga, lie again
oh, i thought that n+gga told, that’s your slime again?
they not finna drop a hundred shots, finna slide again
need to free my lil brother out, doing time again
smoking [?], counting blues, riding through the blade
pull up on the side of a hoe, aye, b+tch, what’s your name?
when i touch my next thirty piece i’m coming johnny dang
finna pull the move on a—i feel like [?]

[verse 3: lil seeto]
aye, huh?
you just be typing h+lla gangster, you a internet shooter
so i had to sn+tch your b+tch ’cause she was digging the shooter
you be saying rap cap from behind a computer but if i mutilate your face that’s a slimy manuever
man, i don’t understand all this talking they doing
say you wanna blow me down, come up on me and do it
and i ain’t capping when i speak, b+tch, i’m really gon’ shoot it
you think i’m p+ssy ’cause i’m white, bro, you really are stupid
yeah, my brother saw life before he diploma
started smoking h+lla early ’cause we love the aroma
yeah, puyallup where i’m from but i’ve got love in tacoma
i’ve got a brother in the bay and i’ve got one in daytona
i got suckers on my back and they be hoping i get sh+tbagged
they want me in a box and, yeah, they hope i get a toe tag
can’t let it happen, i gotta prove ’em wrong and prevail
always follow god but, oh my god, he put me through h+ll
stay levelheaded, i take it to the chin and proceed
b+tch get me attached, say she love me then she ghost me
never been no b+tch to admit that i cry a lot
f+ck being sad, put them tears up in a frying pot
rocking by my lonely, since ’05 posted on the block
down for all my brothers, thinking differently, you better not
can’t even speak to god about the sh+t i done did
a lot of fathers getting taken, we got kids raising kids
it’s an overlapping circle just like twisting a lid
and if i pop this wocky top then i’ma drop in the thizz
i’m too faded to think, i’m just drifting from reality
pretend that you okay and then distract from actuality
i’m faded, i’m [?], been going crazy, i made it
i don’t stutter in my speech, best believe i’ma say it
i been tryna be more open ’bout the ways i been feeling
i been shortening my circle and expanding my vision
i just wanna be at peace, f+ck the shooting and k!lling
but if they ever try to test me they ain’t raising they children, huh?
[interlude: db.boutabag]
aye, y’all know what the f+ck going on
i had to bring them boutabag n+ggas to the thizzler cypher, man
kflex in the building, he finna chew this motherf+cker, come on

[verse 4: kflex]
aye
it’s kinda hard to tell me stop after they get me going
they try to stab you in your back and act like you [?]
bands for this fit, but to you it’s just regular clothing
fifty dollar eights, we ain’t doing no regular smoking
you ain’t never had a foreign b+tch that need a passport
b+tch, my n+ggas really ’bout a bag, not ’bout a jansport
baby, i cannot put on a cape, that’s what your man for
brother get to blowing with that fire, it’s a [?]
all your n+gga do is tell tales, i think he a fairy
it’s a boutabag n+gga season, yeah, it’s getting scary
baby, put this nick in your purse like mariah carey
he a cat and he beat her ass like it’s tom and jerry
everybody saying that they balling, they keep thunder
i wouldn’t worry ’bout no n+gga with a wack jumper
i’m the type to give a bad b+tch a fake number
you ain’t make her pay for that pipe, you a fake plumber

[verse 5: db.boutabag]
aye
i been k!lling cyphers for a minute, this sh+t old to me
name a n+gga f+ck hoes and sell out more shows than me
you ain’t got no load, how is you trapping? n+ggas [?]
and stop making songs with all that cap, n+ggas hoes to me
said he ’bout a bag but bro can’t buy designer clothes like me
he ain’t spending bands on melrose, neck froze like me
who you know mix off+white and rta clothes like me?
and how the f+ck i let this wockhardt get a hold of me?
i showed you n+ggas how to talk sh+t, it’s not coincidental
took the [?] diamonds out the shop and threw ’em in my dental
n+ggas asking ’bout that lamb truck but it was just a rental
i’m high off top shelf, you high off monkey in the middle
i just need like two rich b+tches, put me in the middle
my last b+tch call me peter piper ’cause she like my pickle
i’ma talk sh+t ’til i can’t, leave the beat cripple
bands on his top, box the chop but i am not remble
and i am not rapping, i just sh+t talk
the wocky saying, “pour me up,” i think i seen a brick talk
broke n+ggas out here moving ass+backwards crisscross
if i ain’t really ’bout a bag then how i make this b+tch walk?
[outro: db.boutabag]
if i ain’t really ’bout a bag then how i make this b+tch walk?

- thizzler on the roof lyrics

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