Dizzy Wright - The Suite Sixteen Series - Episode 1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] Yo, ayo It's 2017 what you averaging? No fabrication, I'm immaculate My Afro look like Colin Kaepernicks Decapitate your favorite rappers happiness And leave em' Adam appleless, they can't be mad at this He mad cuz his career not movin' like the traffic yeah I'm Jerry stackin' it, until I'm rockin' every throwback like I'm Fabulous Still movin' in my flows soundin' like a magic trick And why I'm bambling Word to DJ Hoppa and Gavlyn Crazy cuz love and hate is the only thing that I battle with No squares around me but garden like Madison Ya'll know I ain't havin' it So pa** the reefer back, these n***as in a sleeping bag I guess I gotta DJ Khaled, Major Key they a** Kanye with the polo without the sneaker cash Yo what's a king without a queen with a Trina a** I'm heating up like a heatin' pad I got the die hard fans with the snapchat geo tag The only Vegas baby spreadin' like Casino a** I got them keepin' tabs now they wanna "@" the kid And the b**hes send them titty pics when you cashin' it Fascinate she ain't listen I wasn't mad at her Cuz I was drivin' while she s**ed me in the Challenger She got a man but she keepin' me on the calendar And I don't ever feel shame just like a Gallagher Damn, I'm such a Writer like my last name Now I'm takin' shots in life like Kobe's last game You like a washed up shooter that had range And now you broke shot wouldn't fall for a bag of change I feel like I could break em in my palm If rap don't work out who saving me a job? I play the distant relatives like Damien and Nas Until then I'll be blazzin' wit the squad Still movin' n***a [Verse 2: Reezy] Right up off the bat, I fold stacks like laundromats Ballin' like Grandmama at Thomas [&] Mack I just do me, never been with impressing n***as I'm focused on seven figures, posted with several women Drawin' up the play - Lombardi in Green Bay She rackin' up the racks, bring it back for the king's sake Mind on the loot for that scratch, I'm a DJ Ridin' in a coupe and the roof had a delay Flight - that's all we smoke when we smoke High off trees but gold on these ropes Marijuana leaf but cocoa leaf flows And I ain't Luke Cage, but hoes on me bro I don't save b**hes, those are heroes I get the checks in like (?) Still Movin'. There's only way to go I GPS'd it and directions said I'm already home (?) [Verse 3: Demrick] I switched it up, traded my Patron for them Henny shots Haters keep an eye on my rise like they Fetty Wap You see we hit em "Blaze With Us" last year n***as bags is unleaded, we burn premium gas here My name is Demrick, nice to meet yah Mom's white, Pop's black, you decide the features And you undercover Trump supporters secure the borders While you daughter is giving head and tail like quarters 2016, what a f**ing mess. Now that it's '17 sh** I'm coming for everything 'til there's nothin left And you know I'm still moving with my Vegas clique Most these rappers lose their grip just like a paper clip Rollin' fire in the RAWs with the paper tips Demrick, quick to say some sh** like I got 8% It's January. By the end of December I'm drop some cla**ic sh** My music living forever