B!ZURK! ft. Famous Isaac Lyrics

Tch, shhs, Damn

Okay

We on huh (Tch)

We on huh (Tch huh)

(Money Production)

Hold on, what I say?

Grab the mic and go B!ZURK!

Always up the score, they can't neglect all this work

They doin' none, seeing this really hurts

But nothin' hurts more than see my cousin in that dirt

And in his favor, I'm always spit a verse

Always to a move, always grindin' like the first

Always to a check, always thank that I'm blessed

Now I gotta be, I got some folks sayin' I'm next (Preciate yall)

Gangsta, still appreciate the real love

If I tell a bitch my name, it ain't my real

Gov

I see you postin' with some… they ain't real guns

I'll get my little blood and get up on your big cuz

I don't care what shit was, now this shit is

Don't poke your head around here, it ain't your business

Get your fingers cut off with all that dissin

Doc hit me with a script, it's my slickness

Can't join BDG, not even jumped in

Touch one, we throwin' seeds at your pumpkin

I get my payments out of, ugh, end of discussion

You ain't pimpin' on no bitch, you ah little munchkin

Big boy, I get my lunch in

Do I blame myself for what the funds did?

Even though I get the funds by the hundreds

Learn to stack, don't blow it on no dumb shit

What you blew up on that whip, I blew in stocks

Make sure the fam straight before I blow it on some rocks

I care for mine's anything getting knocked down

And if it comes down to it, I'll bring the fox out

What that mean?

Channel two, watch him come through the scouts loud, so be careful who you talk to

I don't pillow talk to bitches, I ain't that foo

But they still wanting to praise the crown Jewels

I just look down at my diamonds and remember where I'm from

I know that she don't love me she just want me for my funds

I remember suckas hatin thats why I'm carryin this gun

G.O.D remember trippin while I'm on sippin on my cup

Fuck the suckas they was waitin on me at the block

They was trippin on me, aight coo, met em wit the glock

And its 30 in it bitch fuck i look like wit a stock ?

Ran his pussy ass out he was yellin at us stop!

You can ask my last bitch i get bands like they hunnids

Before I putin work I smoke on some Russians

Paranoia takin over, everywhere go I'm clutching

My brother got it too and we aimin at yo ahh

(Cough, cough cough)

Coke whites on my feet same shit make me bread

Yall be trippin on my dawg now the thugs on yo head

Brother got a blue one but my beam on u red

But my beam on u red