No Kizzy ft. HateSonny & Bianca Shaw Lyrics

See as you can see

The more you fuck around, aye

The more you're gonna find out, yuh, Sanctuary

Feeding the streets, said I'm releasing the beast

Look up, I'm back with the ease

I get reloaded I'm back on my feet

I tell these niggas get outta me seat

They told me to keep it lowkey (Psh, tuh)

I'm in they city with ease

I just might move up the street

I just might get me some keys

Kizzy be- Kizzy be-

Kizzy be packing some heat

Kizzy ain't coming in peace

No kizzy no kizzy

I know shit don't ever be sweet

Back up in Cali I'm catching a breeze

I'm back in LaLa we smoking a tree

Now I'm commander in chief

My niggas keep me outta reach

I can never be impeached

I love when she fuck me on beat

She do it best when she sit on her knees

I do it best, I take care of her needs

Shh, yuh, I put her to sleep (I gotta)

I gotta fan when I hop out the studio

I'm in my prime when I'm off of the Julio

She like my style and love my portfolio

Got her a coat and it's from Harper Studio

I'm in my bag ain't got time for no Romeo

I feel like RDJ charging for cameos

Outta my stocks, I sit on the top

I've been investing myself from the block

And I've been sitting on shit, it's a lot

And I ain't missing on shit, it's on lock

I got it from Biggie, I got it from Bach

I was built different way back

Ain't no Fresh Prince I'm a king, word to Pac

Ima pimp slap a nigga

Call that nigga Chris Rock (Rock)

Rock on a stage then I hop on a plane

Then I cop me a dame and she giving me top (Top)

Top of the talent I'm breaking the balance

This shit ain't a challenge I'm never gone stop (Stop)

Stop the comparing my ego ain't sharing

The difference is glaring, these niggas is done

These niggas is done

Climb to the top like I already won

I told lil Billie, if her name ain't Eilish

I'm sorry lil mama the kid ain't my son

Crazy lil baby gone ruin the fun

She digging for gold I gave her some bronze

I stay with the heat and I win in LA

So it's really no wonder they call me LeBron

Now I feel like a Don, shit came from the spawn

All you lil niggas to run me my ones

All you lil rappers, they ain't competition

You niggas is jokes, you niggas is puns

The clout is illusions, you ain't number one

You won competitions cause your cousins the judge, yuh

And I ain't holding a grudge

Who gon' die first when I'm under the sun?

Boy I'm really the one, never second or third

I pull up with my niggas, shit turns to the purge

You ain't never been him, boy, you really a nerd

If them digits don't add up you can't get a verse

This shits natural to me I don't gotta rehearse

If you tryna play crazy, end up in a hearse

I don't got no love for you that shit for the birds

I can't put you on, gang, that's shit you gotta learn

Wasn't none this shit given I put in the work

You can't buy no respect

You receive what you earn

I sold woods with exotic and let that bitch burn

Tryna jump in the streets, you get left on the curb

And my blooda in Houston tried to toss me a curve

So we'll always be good in there and return

I pop out for them digits to show we assert

Niggas die for them bitches, I won't say a word

Nigga stay in your lane you gon' crash tryna merge

There ain't no competition so fuck what you heard

Niggas wanna be us, not a cause for concern

If its that, then its that

Just prepare for the worst

All that woofing and hate, you take naps in the dirt

I surpassed all my opps, aw that shit gotta hurt

I'm attracted to money from millions I earn

You ain't got no real motion, your music's adjourned

See, I was born ready you know I step

Like a processional

He said he love me this ain't no confessional

I don't be pressing him

He keep that iron cause niggas be testing him

Class is session, I'm the professor, yeah

Teach all you bum hoes a lesson, yeah

And my worst bars better than your best on your best day

Got you sweatin', still you gon' hate, "she did okay"

Catch me on a Friday sinning

He was on my all white linens, Sunday repenting

Church on the sabbath

Good girl bad habits

Never fall off everyday I got it

He got Mommy issues but I ain't your mama hoe (Yeah, hoe)

Keep my name up out that drama, huh

I ain't the type of bitch that you can play with, yeah

I'm the type of woman you can build with

I'm real life pressure, you bitches could never

Not a hater so good luck on endeavors

Let's be real, you could never ever ever get on my level

Ain't no gimmicks

I'm just better than a lot of you niggas

I fumbled the bag, got another one

I guess I trigger a lot of you niggas

How you mad? Go figure

But don't cry me a river, I mean…