Dizzy!
Aye yo Trey
Aye there he go Trey get that stick There he go right there
Aye y'all get on point
Cuz get on point there he go
Time to spin
Hop out spinning til I'm dizzy
Hop out spinning til I'm dizzy Get up with me
I came in with Trizzy Don't play get you gone
I walked in with 30 Play and we gon swing that fucking chrome
You need to get your hoe up out my phone Cuz she won't leave me alone
I just had to fill myself with za And make a fucking song
Every time I pop out they be watching With their camera phone
They know VB rock out every time He catch them cameras on
Rock out for that camera
Thick lil bitch Fell in love with a dancer
She ate it sloppy Not having no manners
Last nigga played with the gang Had to Blam him
Blast off take off Tryna go elevate
Bitch I'm not tripping on you I'm not Ella Mai
Glock got a beam and it blast You like anime
I cannot stop til my fam And my mama straight
Tryna make sure everyone's smooth
Remember them nights all alone in my room
Think about taking I'm working my move
Stay with the stick everyday like a broom
Stay with the stick everyday like a broom
Me and my members we're down to go sweep
Leave his shit stank when that boy heard the boom
Feel like D-Wade imma stay with the Heat
Leave his shit splat Pull up then we taking that
Intercept the pack and then We had to run it back
And I came in stepping with my Members blow you like some thrax
Didn't mean to rob you for your bitch Boy you can have her back
Pop out fresh as fuck I'm mobbin Came in with my dawgs
Every time I hit your bitch right From the back I break her walls
Oh my god I cannot stop I walk your bitch just like a dog
Know some niggas having motion Pulling scams and doing fraud
Know some scammers in Atlanta And that stick stay on their side
If you don't got no fye You can't get in this ride
I ride for my brothers They wrong or they right
How the fuck you switch on gang? I don't know that shit ain't me
You better stay up in your lane All us know you're really sweet
I don't know what's going on All these plays stuck in my phone
In my bag I'm in my zone Your bitch just asked what I got on
I rock Bacarrat that's my cologne
Boy you down bad need to get you a loan
When I pop out imma put that shit on
Your bitch a fan wanna twerk to my song
Instagrammers only shooting When they're taking pics
Imma get this money everyday And imma pop my shit
I pop out at the stu I came with cuz And he gon swing that stick
It's a splash like Steph and Klay when we go slide
Cause we ain't missing shit
Aye there he go Trey get that stick There he go right there
Aye y'all get on point
Cuz get on point there he go
Time to spin
Hop out spinning til I'm dizzy
Hop out spinning til I'm dizzy Get up with me
I came in with Trizzy Don't play get you gone
I walked in with 30 Play and we gon swing that fucking chrome
You need to get your hoe up out my phone Cuz she won't leave me alone
I just had to fill myself with za And make a fucking song
Every time I pop out they be watching With their camera phone
They know VB rock out every time He catch them cameras on
Rock out for that camera
Thick lil bitch Fell in love with a dancer
She ate it sloppy Not having no manners
Last nigga played with the gang Had to Blam him
Blast off take off Tryna go elevate
Bitch I'm not tripping on you I'm not Ella Mai
Glock got a beam and it blast You like anime
I cannot stop til my fam And my mama straight
Tryna make sure everyone's smooth
Remember them nights all alone in my room
Think about taking I'm working my move
Stay with the stick everyday like a broom
Stay with the stick everyday like a broom
Me and my members we're down to go sweep
Leave his shit stank when that boy heard the boom
Feel like D-Wade imma stay with the Heat
Leave his shit splat Pull up then we taking that
Intercept the pack and then We had to run it back
And I came in stepping with my Members blow you like some thrax
Didn't mean to rob you for your bitch Boy you can have her back
Pop out fresh as fuck I'm mobbin Came in with my dawgs
Every time I hit your bitch right From the back I break her walls
Oh my god I cannot stop I walk your bitch just like a dog
Know some niggas having motion Pulling scams and doing fraud
Know some scammers in Atlanta And that stick stay on their side
If you don't got no fye You can't get in this ride
I ride for my brothers They wrong or they right
How the fuck you switch on gang? I don't know that shit ain't me
You better stay up in your lane All us know you're really sweet
I don't know what's going on All these plays stuck in my phone
In my bag I'm in my zone Your bitch just asked what I got on
I rock Bacarrat that's my cologne
Boy you down bad need to get you a loan
When I pop out imma put that shit on
Your bitch a fan wanna twerk to my song
Instagrammers only shooting When they're taking pics
Imma get this money everyday And imma pop my shit
I pop out at the stu I came with cuz And he gon swing that stick
It's a splash like Steph and Klay when we go slide
Cause we ain't missing shit
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Writer(s): Jackson Bryant
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