LightWork Freestyle

[Bizzy Banks:]
(Sebzbeats, baby)
Brrt
Get money
Bizzy
Uh
Light, that structure

You moving like someone you not
I make it hot on your block with unlimited shots (Bah-bah-baow)
Don't make me run up in your spot 'cause a body gon' drop
My nina look like the victim
He think he cool with his orphans until I tell my niggas blitz 'em, fix 'em
Wait, I'm not into that ho shit (At all)
I'm in a hole, but I'm feeling good 'cause not I'm into that broke shit
Rubbed a nut on her butt like it's lotion
Stop popping pills 'fore you start overdosing
Like (Niggas be wilding off the 30s)
Look, can't fold for a bitch, they got nothing for me
And I can't trust a friend 'cause they nothing to me
My brothers was down, so they balling with me
Fliggidy, my niggas shooting like bliggidy
Pussy, you gotta be kidding me thinking you taking my energy
I'm sending shots like some Hennessy, that shit gon' boost my adrenaline
Look, bitch, I ain't tryna get intimate
I'm out here chasing these Benjamins, like

You better structure up 'cause can't nobody fuck with us (Nobody)
Slim be all in the cut, so don't think about running up
And we taking four if you tryna take one of us
You down for the ride, better buckle up
And my niggas been scarred, ain't no cutting us
Swear these niggas be capping, they cutting up like

Do something
You touching your hips, but I know you won't shoot nothing
Who bluffin'? (What?)
Pulled up to his crib, boy ran and ain't do nothing
Who frontin'?
Tell 'em stay where they at 'cause I'm ready to boom something
Who frontin'?
Tell 'em stay where they at 'cause I'm ready to, look
Bitch, I'ma chalk with this toolie, don't think about passing, look (At all)
That boy a stain, I don't know why he let his mans gas him, look
Tell 'em I hunt shit, my niggas run shit
Don't want your bitch, but a nigga took her
And my shooter my son, call him Devin Booker
Patrón shooting his shot, I ain't talking liquor
Don't get the lingo, then fuck it
No, you not tough with that chain on running
These niggas ain't on nothing
Become a hashtag if you push my button
This slap back 'cause it ain't no fronting
She want to fuck 'cause the pesos coming (Like)
Yeah, they really coming, yeah, they really coming like, look

You better structure up 'cause can't nobody fuck with us (At all)
Slim be all in the cut, so don't think about running up
And we taking four if you tryna take one of us
If you down for the ride, better buckle up
And my niggas been scarred, ain't no cutting us
Swear these niggas be capping, they cutting up like

[Leeky G Bando:]
I'm clutching the BE, it really hold sixteen, I'm letting off five
Ooters be with me, going fifty for fifty, is you ready to die?
I gotta make bond, I feel like James Bond, it's you before I
I flex my Billie jeans, glove on, feel like Mike Jack' in his prime
If you an enemy of my enemy, we gon' link up over time
He tried to stand tall on the dancefloor, watch that can spark 'til he drop
You watch your mans fall once the gun drawn, better put aside all the pride
It's a landslide when we slide
Don't you dare try one of mine
Ain't nobody could save a nigga, I erase a nigga with that .38, don't miss a shot
Back out, hawk 'em
I get to chasing niggas up the block
I put the laser to a nigga top
Bizzy pass the tape, put him in a box
Call me G Bando Jordan
It ain't no missing once a nigga hot
I made the block hot, but it's winter
Shot clock and a temper
We 'bout to hotbox in the Sprinter
I fuck an opp thot with my niggas
If he a top opp, won't forget him (At all)
With that .38, don't miss a shot
Back out, hawk 'em
I get to chasing niggas up the block
I put the laser to a nigga top