Lyrics ISY Anthem - Isymoose

Fake niggas get hit and shit
He lied to you, but he told that shit
My niggas don't mess with guns and shit
But now I gotta keep a ruler stick
I never thought that he would do that shit
He slime and everything, but he ain't shit
403 niggas we bangin that shit
He say that he cripin, he faking that shit

Glock by your side but it don't do shit
These niggas really mad they say Muzi is shit
Pull up on you and I fuck on your bitch
And I can't say shit cuz I know you a snitch
Numb the pain with the money, I feel like i'm freezing
October baby so we trick or treatin
Run up in your house without any reason
I just bought it in cash, you niggas is leasing

Glock 47 make a nigga lose drip
Give a fuck bout your bitch, lil nigga i'm a pimp
That nigga he a pussy ridin round with a stick
I can do that shit too, got a glock by my hip
Never thought I would do this shit here, but I did it
He owe me some money I get bout my business
I'm clearing the scene i'm leaving no witness
We jumping them fences, i'm looking suspicious
One two three I just hit him with a trick now he think that he dancing like what?(Shnoo?)
Four five six Icy diamonds on my wrist, Isy gang we the shit (Ya zoal)
He saying that he whip, but he taking uber, lyft, what the fuck is that shit?
I just met a cute girl and she wanna have my babies, what the fuck is that shit? (la la)
Shnoo?
Gang gang
Ya zoel (Shnoo?)
Gang gang
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
What the fuck is that shit?
What the fuck is that shit?
Gang
Gang