Lyrics Jail Talk - Wizzy Snow

Hollow hollow hollow watch it jam up
Bitch talking on that phone got him jammed up
We ain't never ducking beef we going man up
Grab them glizzys out the stash we going mask up
Bitch I learned early that you never trust a bitch
I was only 16 when I seen my bitch switch
I ain't saying too much I just up'd it from the hip
On the rip it's going spit then me and cuhz dipped
I made a name for myself they call me Big Snow
The way I moved on them missions watch a nigga get low
From them Ks to them Dracs all mine finna roll
The way we keep spinning shit I'm like bitch we on a roll huh
Bitch my nigga changed up cause that time getting hectic
A bounty on his head I told them not to cash it
We going talk soon cause if we meet then Ima blast him
Bitch talking crazy bitch Ima trash him
How tf you go hard you always had to use shit
Shut your mouth on that mission but you got some loose lips
Smith and Wesson 40 but it got two clips
We ain't pretty with these guns we going fucking use it

Big Ks to them Dracs we going spin it all
Stop the car up on the opps and watch them niggas fall
I wasn't born to walk behind I'm the fucking boss
If you talking bout them bodies tell me what it fucking cost
Your mind and your sleep it's like you living in its hell
Thinking bout your bitch from that window in your cell
See first that mail come
Then it's no more fucking mail
You stating feeling all alone so your feelings getting frail Like
La la la la la la la

Bitch it's day 22 the block getting hot
My niggas fucked up the money but we still get drops
I owe a lot of thanks
And that's word to my pops
Cause ima pop a op then swap out the Glocks my bitch like when it's finna stop
You know it's not
Bitch I'm still gripping Glocks
I'm on a clock that clock ain't finna stop so my mind on my watch
They say when you catch a body gotta say it wasn't me
Gotta build an alter ego it'll help your ass sleep
No wonder Wizzy Demon just appeared in my sleep
Then I brung his ass alive just from one fucking tweet
And in one fucking week 300 rounds on the street
I ain't say a peep just held my piece every night while I was sleep

Big Ks to them Dracs we going spin it all
Stop the car up on the opps and watch them niggas fall
I wasn't born to walk behind I'm the fucking boss
If you talking bout them bodies tell me what it fucking cost
Your mind and your sleep it's like you living in its hell
Thinking bout your bitch from that window in your cell
See first that mail come
Then it's no more fucking mail
You stating feeling all alone so your feelings getting frail like
La la la la la la la