Bandhunta Izzy - Bliccy lyrics

Bandhunta sh** man Look My n***as they savage, no 21 You say you a savage, don't own a gun Might feel like some dope when it's on the one Pull up on me, I'm shootin', you n***as run Boy better keep his composure My n***as they know I'm a soldier Run up on me then b**h I'ma bust his a** Better think, if you don't then it's over I was just runnin' my bands up Runnin' my bands up, runnin' my bands up My blicky is on me like right now That's why I keep pulling my pants up I stay with a bag like I'm Santa n***as keep calling, no answer b**h I be balling, no cancer Pull a mood and my n***as will blam you This b**h that I got, she so mean The head had me leaning, promethazine Used to post on the block in my seven jeans Copped a revolver at seventeen Baby you know that I get it I'm rappin' 'cause b**h, you know that I live it b**hes they loving the swag They telling me boy you know that you drippin' b**hes they say I'm a dog Still they be showing me love Got n***as that's posted up L&G Them n***as be callin' me cuz Think I just found me a plug I hope that his sh** for the low sh** if he tax on the d** sh** then I'm gettin' him smoked Spin through your block like a ceiling fan b**hes like Izzy he been the man My n***a just found him a lick I was like f** it, go get him then Ugly lil b**h, head was the sh** But damnit I love when she deep throat I love when it's cold, Izzy but why? That chopper can fit in my peacoat My n***as is sicker than chemo Dressed in all black like an emo The forty I got is so loud That b**h wake up up like a ringtone Sending some shots at your hating a** Beam on the blicky, lil n***a play laser tag Go on the mission to take him out But f** it, I'm still putting on the mask Taking shots and the shells put him on his a** Send the picture, the k**ers be on him fast They catching him quick, better make it last 'Cause them k**ers be lurking to get the cash Swag dripping, dripping sauce Catching plays, Randy Moss Real n***a, different cloth Bluffing n***as, shake 'em off They know that I'm hot as a fever Your b**h want my dick, you should leave her I stay fresh as sh** like I'm Easter She swallow me up, she an eater Running bands, running bands Pulled up and did the running man Cutting grams, cutting grams In the trap, you wouldn't understand Get the profit, f** it up Hit the trap, I'm 'bout to run it up n***a what? you plotting on me? Man this n***a really dumb as f** I was just broke but I'm straight Betty crocker, I'm making that cake I'm banging on n***as like Blake No exercise, I'm holding weight What they call me, Lil Izzy My brother named Shy, no Glizzy Keep it a hundred, no fifty We got thirties hanging out the blicky