THIZZYS

Thizzy had my heart fuckin racing like a athlete
Im running up a bag best believe you can't catch me
Crusing down his block with the chop in my backseat
All the lsd got my soul feeling happy

I'm all up on that bitch if she nasty
Im swimming head first if the pussy like candy
I'm rolling up woody best believe that shit a fatty
Smoking all this weed u would think that I'm shaggy
The chop all black stay spitting like daffy
Need a bad bouje bitch red head like daphne
Posted with my tool you can say I'm real handy
We can get it popping like some mother fuckin acne
Need a bad moody bitch like Mandy
Drip real fancy
I'm getting to the money prolly why they can't stand me
Gucci on my feet bet my drip is real flashy
Pull up to the party pull the glockie out the Fanny

Thizzy had my heart fuckin racing like a athlete
Im running up a bag best believe you can't catch me
Crusing down his block with the chop in my backseat
All the lsd got my soul feeling happy



Credits
Writer(s): Erron Hodgson
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