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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
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