BizzNyeItch Lyrics

(Know we kill)

(Know we kill)

(We don't fight fair)

(We don't fight fair)

(Know we kill)

(We don't fight fair)

Hold up(Huh huh huh huh)

Yeah yeah I'm in the mufuckin trap you a bizznyeitch (huh huh huh)

Yeah I heard you gotta strap but Yeen gone shoot that shit (huh huh huh)

Yeah you ain't getting no money you a bizznyeitch (huh huh huh)

I got me some money ain't no cizznyeap (cizznyeapp)

Bippity bippity bippity bap

Taking that money no bail (bail)

Running it up like the stairs (stairs)

Counting it up like the steps (steps)

Feeling this shit like it's braille

Hoes inside the lair

They get no money for real , this shit for real

Run up the money no cap

I was sitting right there at the Shell

Had to earn me some stripes like the ref

Diamond water on me Michael Phelps

May Day, May Day, May Day, imma outta breath

If it ain't bout the bands then I swear I don't care

Oh ,hold up I had to carve me a niche

Swerving that lambo swerving that rover swear I cannot be a new lick

Swerve with the chop I'm not in a Lyft

The streets done got hot go check on the temp

I walk with the fire I gotta limp

Bitch ass nigga I heard you a simp

Hold up lil bit know imma pimp

Hold up ion even be on shit

I sit in the stu and I chill

Came from the 2-5 yeah that's the bricks

Crazy as hell you signing deals

Came from the bottom I know had the problems but I had to cut all ties

Bentley it sit in the cut and I swear ion even touch it and ion know why

Yeah it's hard to trust hard to trust these niggas be telling these lies

Yeah don't pardon us and tarnish us that nigga get killed and he die

Yeah I been in the kitchen whipping this shit I might cook a whole pie

Yeah I ain't tripping off shit 3M pull out the fire I know that they hide

(Know we kill)

(Know we kill)

(We don't fight fair)

(We don't fight fair)

(Know we kill)

(We don't fight fair)

(Huh huh huh huh)

Yeah yeah I'm in the mufuckin trap you a bizznyeitch (huh huh huh)

I heard you gotta strap but Yeen gone shoot that shit (huh huh huh)

You ain't getting no money you a bizznyeitch (huh huh huh)

I got me some money ain't no cizznyeap (cizznyeapp)

Bippity bippity bippity bap

Taking that money no bail (bail)

Running it up like the stairs (stairs)

Counting it up like the steps (steps)

Feeling this shit like it's braille

Hoes inside the lair

They get no money for real , this shit for real

I'm in the mufuckin trap you a bizznyeitch (huh huh huh)

I heard you gotta strap but Yeen gone shoot that shit (huh huh huh)

You ain't getting no money you a bizznyeitch (huh huh huh)

I got me some money ain't no cizznyeap (cizznyeapp)

Bippity bippity bippity bap

Taking that money no bail (bail)

Running it up like the stairs (stairs)

Counting it up like the steps (steps)

Feeling this shit like it's braille

Hoes inside the lair

They get no money for real , this shit for real

(Huh huh huh huh)

Yeah they told me to sell my sold they said I won't gone make it

Yeah they I told these lame ass niggas they hoes and they ain't got patience

They told me to sell my soul I told em that shit depends

Yeah it depends on how many M's imma count in the end

Yeah it depends how many M's imma give my friends

Yeah, yeah it depends how many M's imma give my brother

Yeah my brother he told me that we was grave from the bottom,

I remember the times we ain't have dollars yeah we was sharing the same clothes

Swear I don't do too much

I swear I don't talk too much

Yeah I swear I don't give a fuck, no a lil hoe can't have my love

Came out the bottom I know that my money is calling me I gotta get in a rush

Back in that 2020 I remember these niggas was gunning for me but I had to adjust

Hunnids on hunnids hunnids I got hunnids on fifties I'm outta twenties made it outta the mud

Hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up hold up

I'm rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling

Got Chrome Heart's and the ice that sit on my shoulder way back in day I swear it was colder

Crazy how things a chance once yo ass get a taste of that mufuckin pill

They told me way back in the day they was selling they soul I swear I ain't think it was real

And yeah you a lame you change on yo gang you change on yo bros just for some Mil's

And I ain't gone change not on my gang

N-G-F-E that's what it is