Lyrics SW!TCH !T UP - A bizzy

TyePacino made this one (Oh Yeah)
Haha Bizzl
D.T.A Shit

Got 'em asking questions, like "Bizzl, how you coming?"
Stood tall told 'em, "Aaron Donald, coming heavily"
Keep it 99 plus 1 and do the math with me
Go to hell you say I'ma fail, cuz that shot blasphemy
I'm tryna move my family outta state, different time zone
Type in codes to open up the gates, know what time I'm on
Pool side rolling up with bae, children playing safe
Lazy river moat around the place Veterans with K's
Statue in my city, cuz i did it, I'm really vouch it
Time ticking and I cannot slouch
My vertebrae is crowded
I been craving greatness ever since I was a child
Look at grown up, graduating with the honors
I tried to be a baller, but my genes like my Fava
I tried to live it clean, love the hustle like my uncle
It's easy to get it, the state a drug induced jungle
I'm bout to shake the game, Royally and make it Rumble
Feeling like Lamar the way I fucked around and fumbled
Kept my head high above the ground, I had to climb
Life kept going, had me thinking I'm on time out
Now i throw subliminal messages when i rhyme now
Snakes never hide, they gotta hunt
We had to find out
I will always love you, but fuck you, no you can't come around
Feeling like Rashod
We can't kick it, ain't no skating 'round
Bipped the whole city, But you get it? (You owe a couple pounds)

Know a couple killers, make the call and get ya head popped
Got a couple tricks up the sleeve
They don't hang out
Never been a gangsta, but never afraid to bang out
Gotta switch it up on you Niggahs
I might sing now
Touching all this money, but still feel like I'm broke
Taking all this honey, just to bust in her throat
No, i don't play games
Don't step on my toes
And for the crew, it's the same
I don't play about bro

Hit my lor dance
Been feeling myself, I been getting active
No practice
This the tip off, feel like the Magic "What's happening"
I turned a penny into a million, then i doubled it
"Double The Amount"
I'm tryna double up the dub again
Talk my shit too smooth, it ain't no Stu-Stu-Stu-Stu-Stuttering
My Methods from Wu
It's the only clan that I'm fucking with
Fuck all that other shit
Crackers racist, I'm rebuttaling
All about love, smoking weed and getting money, Bitch
This shit too easy, I'm like Weezy on some Gunna shit
Keep it peachy, call me crazy I'm the one and shit
My peak ain't uncover yet, might start peaking when the summer hit
Bizzy Wonder did, TyePacino made it amazing
Told him that "I'm killing anything coming in my way"
Thoughts go on for light years, still in the early days
When you write the book of G.O.A.T.S
I'ma Need a couple pages
Sorry for the wait, Wild Thoughts on the way

Know a couple killers, make the call and get ya head popped
Got a couple tricks up the sleeve
They don't hang out
Never been a gangsta, but never afraid to bang out
Gotta switch it up on you Niggahs
I might sing now
Touching all this money, but still feel like I'm broke
Taking all this honey, just to bust in her throat
No, I don't play games
Don't step on my toes
And for the crew, it's the same
I don't play about bro