paroles de chanson Bliccy - Bandhunta Izzy

Bandhunta shit man
Look

My niggas they savage, no 21
You say you a savage, don′t own a gun
Might feel like some dope when it's on the one
Pull up on me, I′m shootin', you niggas run
Boy better keep his composure
My niggas they know I'm a soldier
Run up on me then bitch I′ma bust his ass
Better think, if you don′t then it's over
I was just runnin′ my bands up
Runnin' my bands up, runnin′ my bands up
My blicky is on me like right now
That's why I keep pulling my pants up
I stay with a bag like I′m Santa
Niggas keep calling, no answer
Bitch I be balling, no cancer
Pull a mood and my niggas will blam you
This bitch that I got, she so mean
The head had me leaning, promethazine
Used to post on the block in my seven jeans
Copped a revolver at seventeen
Baby you know that I get it
I'm rappin' ′cause bitch, you know that I live it
Bitches they loving the swag
They telling me boy you know that you drippin′
Bitches they say I'm a dog
Still they be showing me love
Got niggas that′s posted up L&G
Them niggas be callin' me cuz
Think I just found me a plug
I hope that his shit for the low
Shit if he tax on the drugs
Shit then I′m gettin' him smoked
Spin through your block like a ceiling fan
Bitches like Izzy he been the man
My nigga just found him a lick
I was like fuck it, go get him then
Ugly lil bitch, head was the shit
But damnit I love when she deep throat
I love when it′s cold, Izzy but why?
That chopper can fit in my peacoat
My niggas is sicker than chemo
Dressed in all black like an emo
The forty I got is so loud
That bitch wake up up like a ringtone
Sending some shots at your hating ass
Beam on the blicky, lil nigga play laser tag
Go on the mission to take him out
But fuck it, I'm still putting on the mask
Taking shots and the shells put him on his ass
Send the picture, the killers be on him fast
They catching him quick, better make it last
'Cause them killers be lurking to get the cash
Swag dripping, dripping sauce
Catching plays, Randy Moss
Real nigga, different cloth
Bluffing niggas, shake ′em off
They know that I′m hot as a fever
Your bitch want my dick, you should leave her
I stay fresh as shit like I'm Easter
She swallow me up, she an eater
Running bands, running bands
Pulled up and did the running man
Cutting grams, cutting grams
In the trap, you wouldn′t understand
Get the profit, fuck it up
Hit the trap, I'm ′bout to run it up
Nigga what? you plotting on me?
Man this nigga really dumb as fuck
I was just broke but I'm straight
Betty crocker, I′m making that cake
I'm banging on niggas like Blake
No exercise, I'm holding weight
What they call me, Lil Izzy
My brother named Shy, no Glizzy
Keep it a hundred, no fifty
We got thirties hanging out the blicky