Dizzy
Get with me (Huh)
I do this Shit for the city (Yeah)
Hella blues got me lookin crippy (Sheesh)
And the weed got me feelin' trippy (Yeah)
YEAH (Yeah)
It's in me (Huh)
My wrist got me feelin' nippy (Right)
My fit got me feelin drippy (Right)
Spinning Benz got my niggas dizzy
Nigga better think twice if he run up
On the block sun down til the sun up
Wen I'm done nigga gotta light a blunt up
If You ain't talking money nigga need to shut up
Who you I don't know him
Better tell him shut his mouth before one of my niggas blow him
Drugs gone I'm bout to go in
Better tell him where it's at or dummy kicking the door in
I'll pull up on ya block in a pick-up
Hop out with them knots and a glitch tucked
And if a nigga talk tough he can get touched
WAM!
And if he got da work Issa stick up (RIGHT!)
I really drip wen I walk
I'm really slick wen I talk
I really shine in the dark
This bitch like a dog let it bark
My niggas be playing for keeps so watch what u saying to me
I got them hitters with me and u kno that they spraying for me
I brought the brand with me
I'm Rey charge a grand a fee
U mind as well grab a seat
Cuz these niggas ain't standin me
Get with me (Huh)
I do this Shit for the city (Yeah)
Hella blues got me lookin crippy (Sheesh)
And the weed got me feelin' trippy (Yeah)
YEAH (Yeah)
It's in me (Huh)
My wrist got me feelin' nippy (Right)
My fit got me feelin drippy (Right)
Spinning Benz got my niggas dizzy
Let me tell u niggas something
I was down bad made a bag from a onion
Trapping all day running laps caught a bunion
Now I'm in my bag chips Funyuns
Lor nigga got icy couldn't tell me nothing
Nigga still can't flex stunt
Like a pair of fake golds ya favorite he be fronting
I ain't fucking with them niggas they be capping they be bluffing
Chop down ya block make it sing like a opera damage his ass send dat boy to the doctor
I was skipping that class selling mid out da locker
Walk through the door smelling like a Rasta
Dragging my nuts screamin fuck the cops cut holes in the gate running from the knockers
All of my niggas be toting them yoppas dumb as a bitch if u think u goin stop up DUMB ASS
Get with me (Huh)
I do this Shit for the city (Yeah)
Hella blues got me lookin crippy (Sheesh)
And the weed got me feelin' trippy (Yeah)
YEAH (Yeah)
It's in me (Huh)
My wrist got me feelin' nippy (Right)
My fit got me feelin drippy (Right)
Spinning Benz got my niggas dizzy
I do this Shit for the city (Yeah)
Hella blues got me lookin crippy (Sheesh)
And the weed got me feelin' trippy (Yeah)
YEAH (Yeah)
It's in me (Huh)
My wrist got me feelin' nippy (Right)
My fit got me feelin drippy (Right)
Spinning Benz got my niggas dizzy
Nigga better think twice if he run up
On the block sun down til the sun up
Wen I'm done nigga gotta light a blunt up
If You ain't talking money nigga need to shut up
Who you I don't know him
Better tell him shut his mouth before one of my niggas blow him
Drugs gone I'm bout to go in
Better tell him where it's at or dummy kicking the door in
I'll pull up on ya block in a pick-up
Hop out with them knots and a glitch tucked
And if a nigga talk tough he can get touched
WAM!
And if he got da work Issa stick up (RIGHT!)
I really drip wen I walk
I'm really slick wen I talk
I really shine in the dark
This bitch like a dog let it bark
My niggas be playing for keeps so watch what u saying to me
I got them hitters with me and u kno that they spraying for me
I brought the brand with me
I'm Rey charge a grand a fee
U mind as well grab a seat
Cuz these niggas ain't standin me
Get with me (Huh)
I do this Shit for the city (Yeah)
Hella blues got me lookin crippy (Sheesh)
And the weed got me feelin' trippy (Yeah)
YEAH (Yeah)
It's in me (Huh)
My wrist got me feelin' nippy (Right)
My fit got me feelin drippy (Right)
Spinning Benz got my niggas dizzy
Let me tell u niggas something
I was down bad made a bag from a onion
Trapping all day running laps caught a bunion
Now I'm in my bag chips Funyuns
Lor nigga got icy couldn't tell me nothing
Nigga still can't flex stunt
Like a pair of fake golds ya favorite he be fronting
I ain't fucking with them niggas they be capping they be bluffing
Chop down ya block make it sing like a opera damage his ass send dat boy to the doctor
I was skipping that class selling mid out da locker
Walk through the door smelling like a Rasta
Dragging my nuts screamin fuck the cops cut holes in the gate running from the knockers
All of my niggas be toting them yoppas dumb as a bitch if u think u goin stop up DUMB ASS
Get with me (Huh)
I do this Shit for the city (Yeah)
Hella blues got me lookin crippy (Sheesh)
And the weed got me feelin' trippy (Yeah)
YEAH (Yeah)
It's in me (Huh)
My wrist got me feelin' nippy (Right)
My fit got me feelin drippy (Right)
Spinning Benz got my niggas dizzy
Credits
Writer(s): Terrell Anthony
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