Thizzler Cypher x Miir

Aye, what's good? Its
Uav with the Thizzler Cypher
Aye, they lucky
They ain't let me get on the beat
Bruh, but, aye, they got it, they got it
Go ahead, bruh

Aye, look
Off the dribble, I'm like whoo
Yeah, this beat hard
Niggas sweethearts, on God
They don't even be hard
My lil niggas be popping Percs
Like they SweeTARTS
Tryna go dumb in this bitch like a retard
Bitch, peep drip
Mix Off-White with Louis and some PURPLE
RIP the thugs and, on God, RIP to Virgil
I snuck the toolie in this bitch
I don't wanna hurt you
I need all blues out this bitch
I don't wanna flirt you
Made a couple bands
'Fore I ever made a hit
As a lil nigga I was really
Trapping around this bitch
Wrap a bowl and move it home
We sending packs around this bitch
Dice game, one roll
Don't get cracked around this bitch
My chain hang, we gangbang
I'm on that money route
Brother told me rock these shows
And we gon' make it out
She put them bands in her purse
Then I took 'em out
On my mama, I need more money
Y'all can take the clout
Can you salute me?
Fresh off the plane from LA
My life a movie, aye
Big Bnb shit
We gon' fill 'em up with groupies
Niggas said they on my head
Well, nigga, shoot me
2022, I'm taking over, bitch, this my year
Too damn high, I'm in the sky, Buzz Lightyear
I heard you looking for your bitch, bruh, she right here
She leave with me
I'm a nigga worst nightmare
They really love me from LA to Japan
Did a couple million views
Now I need a million bands
Gotta watch who you call your mans
I don't got too many friends
If you hopping on that road to
These riches you need a plan, nigga

My nigga Mir made the beat
Here we go again
I just rolled my last Zemi up
I'm at the store again
I'm finna pull the move, I'm like
"Bro, we need to smoke again"
She broke me off a dub
I start laughing, did the Joker dance
I just hit my cougar bitch up, finna blow her in
Got this bitch bank account froze like
I snowed er in
They like the lil dreads in the back
I just growed 'em in
Fuck her off my name, you only fuck her
'Cause you showed her ten
I need this Zemi leaf, get the red pack
You can get a extra 20K
Bring his head back
I just rolled a eighth of Zaza
And some dead pack
You loving on that dirty thot bitch
I been bled that
Nigga said he on my head, nigga, lie again
Oh, I thought that nigga told
That's your slime again?
They not finna drop a hundred shots
Finna slide again
Need to free my lil brother out
Doing time again
Smoking clocks
Counting blues riding through the blade
Pull up on the side of a hoe, aye
Bitch, what's your name?
When I touch my next thirty piece I'm coming Johnny Dang
Finna pull the move on us I feel like Dwyane

Aye, huh?
You just be typing hella gangster
You a Internet shooter
So I had to snatch your bitch 'cause she was digging the shooter
You be saying rap cap from behind a computer
But if I mutilate your face that's a slimy
Maneuver
Man, I don't understand all this
Talking they doing
Say you wanna blow me down
Come up on me and do it
And I ain't capping when I speak
Bitch, I'm really gon' shoot it
You think I'm pussy 'cause I'm white
Bro, you really are stupid
Yeah, my brother saw
Life before he saw a diploma
Started smoking hella early 'cause we love the aroma
Yeah, Puyallup where
I'm from but I've got love in Tacoma
I've got a brother in the Bay and I've got one in Daytona
I got suckers on
My back and they be hoping I get shitbagged
They want me in a box and, yeah
They hope I get a toe tag
Can't let it happen
I gotta prove 'em wrong and prevail
Always follow God but, oh my god, he put me through hell
Stay levelheaded
I take it to the chin and proceed
Bitch get me attached
Say she love me then she ghost me
Never been no bitch to admit that I cry a lot
Fuck being sad
Put them tears up in a frying pot
Rocking by my lonely
Since '05 posted on the block
Down for all my brothers
Thinking differently, you better not
Can't even speak to God
About the shit I done did
A lot of fathers getting taken
We got kids raising kids
It's an overlapping circle just like twisting a lid
And if I pop this Wocky top then I'ma drop in the thizz
I'm too faded to think
I'm just drifting from reality
Pretend that you okay and then distract from actuality
I'm faded, I'm dated, been going crazy
I made it
I don't stutter in my speech
Best believe I'ma say it
I been tryna be more open
'Bout the ways I been feeling
I been shortening my circle and
Expanding my vision
I just wanna be at peace, fuck the shooting and killing
But if they ever try to test me
They ain't raising they children, huh?

Aye, y'all know what the fuck going on
I had to bring them
Boutabag niggas to the Thizzler Cypher, man
Kflex in the building, he finna chew this motherfucker, come on

Aye
It's kinda hard to tell me stop after they get me going
They try to stab
You in your back and act like you ain't knowing
Bands for this fit
But to you it's just regular clothing
Fifty dollar eighths, we ain't doing no regular smoking
You ain't never had a foreign bitch that need a passport
Bitch, my niggas really
'Bout a bag, not 'bout a Jansport
Baby, I cannot put on a cape
That's what your man for
Brother get to blowing with that fire
It's a FN torch
All your nigga do is tell tales, I think he a fairy
It's a Boutabag nigga season, yeah, it's getting scary
Baby, put this nick in your purse like
Mariah Carey
He a cat and he beat her ass
Like it's Tom and Jerry
Everybody saying that they balling
They keep thunder
I wouldn't worry 'bout no nigga
With a wack jumper
I'm the type to give a bad bitch a fake number
You ain't make her pay for that pipe
You a fake plumber

Aye
I been killing cyphers for a minute
This shit old to me
Name a nigga fuck
Hoes and sell out more shows than me
You ain't got no load
How is you trapping? Niggas bold to me
And stop making songs with all that cap, niggas hoes to me
Said he 'bout a bag but bro can't buy designer clothes like me
He ain't spending bands on Melrose
Neck froze like me
Who you know mix Off-White and
RtA clothes like me?
And how the fuck I let this
Wockhardt get a hold of me?
I showed you niggas how to talk shit, it's not coincidental
Took the diamonds out the shop
And threw 'em in my dental
Niggas asking 'bout that Lamb truck
But it was just a rental
I'm high off top shelf
You high off monkey in the middle
I just need like two rich bitches
Put me in the middle
My last bitch call me Peter Piper
'Cause she like my pickle
I'ma talk shit 'til I can't, leave the beat cripple
Bands on his top
Box the chop but I am not Remble
And I am not rapping, I just shit talk
The Wocky saying, "Pour me up," I think I seen a brick talk
Broke niggas out here moving ass-backwards crisscross
If I ain't really 'bout a bag
Then how I make his bitch walk?

If I ain't really 'bout a bag then how I make his bitch walk?