Bizzy Banks - Sturdy30 lyrics

[Intro] Aight, talk your sh*t Yo, it's your fu*king boy Sturdy motherfu*kin' Mr. 30 You fu*king the streets up (Haha, yeah) fu*king ni**as' b*tches fu*king ni**as' wives (Hahaha) Yo, listen man, we ain't fu*king around man We taking this sh*t, man, to a whole 'nother fu*king level man We fu*king coming with the same fu*king energy man All you lame ass ni**as and lame ass b*tches better tune the fu*k in tonight (Hahahaha, no cap) We fu*king taking over the world [Chorus] Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b*tch (Facts) Then I take a piss 'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk All the stupid sh*t I did as a kid Takin' ni**as' phonеs, robbin' ni**as' kicks The ones who survived know I don't miss [Verse] Bando, I'm two for two from thе three Caught a leg shot 'cause that boy speed ni**a got me booked talking to the dees Moving P's and Q's on my Q's and P's How you gon' rap with a ni**a like me? How you gon' cap to a ni**a like me? b*tch I'm really outside with the killers and the thieves We really in the jungle, ni**as throwing up B's Late night in the summer, we was throwing by the three ni**as know where I be ni**as always wanna talk, but they don't want beef (What?) Where you at? We could meet You know I don't kickbox (I don't kickbox) Luva got a .30, got a 16, so really that's 46 shots You know we making sh*t hot Put a drum on a drum like we changing hip-hop Bail out gang if he play with big knots Brody get slimey like he a big snot Before we go spin, let's make a pit stop (Get money) They tried to tell a ni**a change his flow (What?) But ni**a I made this sh*t, like Boy I get paid for this sh*t (Facts) Boy I got fame for this sh*t, uh Spittin' that dangerous sh*t (Like) 'Cause we really out flamin' and sh*t Tell them ni**as don't play in this b*tch (At all) Hundred shots, no aiming and sh*t (Grah) We made a name for this sh*t (Rah, rah rah) I put the gang in this sh*t You know what we claiming and sh*t And I got the chain on my wrist I got your b*tch in the whip Just off the brain, she a ten She moan my name when I'm in They like, "Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh sh*t" Nah, I'm where the breesh is Boy think it's sweet, send rounds like it's Reeses Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces Talkin' like you God, send you up to Jesus Put that on my nieces, mm (What?) (Legs real, gave my ni**as creases) [Chorus] Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b*tch (Facts) Then I take a piss 'Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it's lit Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk All the stupid sh*t I did as a kid Takin' ni**as' phones, robbin' ni**as' kicks The ones who survived know I don't miss [Outro] 'Cause that boy speed On my Q's and P's, like