Lyrics Top 5 - Bizzy Banks

Gra-Gra-Gra
Is that you JJ
Be keeping that, [?]
Bizzy, muna monster, If I walk with the 30 clip
Inna face [?]
That structure, Bloodclot

Like, look
What′s a demon to a goblin
I was trappin', I was robbin′
Every villain got a problem (Facts)
Look, every hero got a Gotham
Every child need a father
Like, I was raised by the block
I was nine when my father got knocked
I was twelve when my brother got knocked
I was thirteen when I left off that shot, eliminated
I had to get on that gritty shit I ain't forgiving em (At all)
I took a plea for what? Get on your knees I don't wanna fuck
Look, switching your team for what? I took a oath I ain′t switching up
Look, serving these fiends for what?
So I can have J′s when I step in the club (Facts)
Look now I got foreign's I′m steppin' in Dior
Drugs in my system I′m drinking my Seymour's
My body different, I was the Grinch I ain′t care 'bout no Christmas
Look, she wanna hit this
I done fuck bitches and fucked with they friendships
Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick
No I′m Fivio but I got that big drip
This ain′t no race don't trip bitch,
I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now I′m just tryna' get big rich,
I ain′t got time to beef over kid shit
I took an opp off the hitlist
My niggas sliding they think that they blitzin
Look, these niggas lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon' yell at
You ain′t no shooter boy who you gon' tell that
If I get booked Marz know where the bell at
I was 'round pack but no I never sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my ′migo to mail that
Like, look
I said y′all niggas play too much
I keep it brief, up in these raps
No I ain't saying too much, these niggas ain′t do enough
Y'all niggas spinning,
But y′all ain't even spinning on niggas that′s ain't even tuff
[?] been fiending to dump
Had that pussy boy bleeding that time of the month
My shooters been on a hunt
When we slide they ain't like Rick they like Forrest Gump (Facts)
I asked if you ready or not
If I see an opp,
Don′t think it′s sweet 'cause you know it′s baby bottlepop
When it comes to these bars I'm really elite
Bitch I′m the one who made it hot
Like, look
I was spinin' on any block
I′m off the 'trone I said I don't do Ciroc
From the east where they cook up
But I be in the stop where the real niggas milly rock
And my shooter just hit me like good luck
You know it get spooky up at the top
′Cause that′s when you see who hatin'
They ain′t gon' love you when you leave the block
Like nah ma′, always on go I don't care ′bout no stop signs
Top 5
Uh, come to that drill and they know I'm top 5

Like, uh we really spinnin' for real Uh,
They makin′ up drills where we really makin′ movies for real
Like, uh
Niggas know don't cap
Made it cool to jack what jack I′m
EBK niggas know all the facts Like, top 5
Uh, dead or alive they know I'm top 5 You mention Brooklyn you know
That I′m top 5 On the dead guys Like,
He talking hot then he get his head fried You a damn lie
Like, come to that drill and they know I'm top 5 These niggas lie in
The booth See me in person like who you gon′ yell at You ain't no
Shooter boy who you gon' tell that If get booked Marz know where the
Bell at was ′rOund pack but no never sell that Uh,
Did a flip with some coke I told my ′migo to mail that Like, look