Blizzard (feat. Lu Bandz)

Faking
Glah Glah
Hahaha
Fredo back in the booth man
You know the vibes gang
Its a little chilly in here though, hah
Glah Glah
Like, Glah

Heart cold, no feelings so I move like a blizzard
13 shots off tequila
I be loving the vibes I be loving the thriller
But I can't be stuck in my ways so I get to the racks I been getting my bands up
I'm about to dip off in a renty while I'm flipping this bag I'm linking Lu off the wake up
So I stay on my toes, ten toes
Make a move and I vanish
If you keep moving basic you outlandish
Get to the racks any means I'm a bandit
Why you faking all this love I can't stand it
Watch what you do faking love be on rampant
I saw a cute latina and I bagged it
Slim thick latina she love when I grab it

I be into that fast shit
120 on the belt, I cut it up like Hugh Jackman
The cops see me flexing and start flashing
The cops see me flexing and start roaring their sirens
In these streets it get messy I'm from New York we get benty all these niggas be moving like tyrants
Because in these streets it get hectic, you moving funny with no check-ins, you better move out in silence
Glah Glah
Joker to my left, Lu to my right
You know my brothers on timing
I walk with a step I be vibing
I walk with a step we be moving unconscious
And my niggas be itching to find shit
Itching to clap shit to stack up our pockets
And all my ooters I have options
Big B just stays in the cut like he Thompson

They like fredo moving crazy, and he really lazy
I don't care about the gossip
If you jump on my grind you better pay me, niggas not lazy
I be moving like Sonic
I just stay in my lane
Give me the bread not the fame I'm moving up like a rocket, phew
Like stop it
Excuses don't help you just focus and lock in
Just focus and lock in
Focus and lock in
Glah Glah like
Haha, Lu talk ya shit nigga
Haha, Glah

New money
If you comfortable being broke you a dummy
Wasn't there back when I was bummy
You know its rainy nigga never sunny, like
African boy but I'm from the towns
With some shooters that don't fuck around
And we started this shit from the ground
Niggas telling me they fuck with the sound
Said they ya mans but these niggas is faking
So when I say I don't fuck with many I ain't playing
Fredo on the gas nigga never breaking
And I feel like I'm obligated to go get me a bag
Chasing the racks like we was playing tag, gang
Hahaha
Focus up, get up off your ass
And I know how it feel when you down on your last
We was broke but we turned that frustration to cash
Speed in the whip 100 on the dash
D's on my body something like a rash
Forget about it throw it in the stash
That's how you run up some racks
Serving feens, I can bring it to you but just know Imma tax
Get on the beat I'm just telling the facts, like
Get on the beat I'm just telling the facts



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Writer(s): John Owhe
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