Текст песни I'm Bacc Crodie - Bizz loc

It's a scary sight (Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
Security just asked if Bizz Loc's in here
Bap, bap, bap
Bizz Loc (Turn up)
Ha

Back on the roads, free the dawgs (Free us)
I was locked in my cell, readin' Psalms
My hoes left, sayin' all I did was treat 'em wrong (Fuck)
The only women that never left me would be my moms
Facts, I've been gone for a hot minute
With no pussy, feelin' like I stopped livin'
Quick to get it poppin', I was not timid
Forward niggas to my cell and they got stomped in it
Bizz Loc, pagin' niggas in A & D
Broke an Ossington yute's jaw and made him leave
The way I'm gerksin' these niggas'll make you say I'm deezed
The squirrelies came, I got caught with ceramic blades and weed
Ha, it's real life
Beat a burner charge durin' motions, it feels nice
Now I'm back to humble these niggas that feel hype
If it's smoke,
We can rumble where ever you feel like, I don't dodge that
Lot of niggas lookin' for trouble, but they don't want that
I pull up in the camouflage hoodie ready for combat
Take a nigga's phone, then I'm scrollin' through all the contacts
Anyhow, he fuck with the other side, I'ma off that
Rrah, free up, I'm back, crodie
Boydem locked me up for a year, but they can't hold me
Came up off a down low, I was nippin' the pack slowly
I ain't frontin' shit to these bucktees, it's cash only

While y'all was on Instagram and Twitter
I was in jail, puttin' niggas on the shitter
Rob him for his pack, then I'll box him with a slipper
A size 15 shoe, surrounded by my hitters

Fresh out the Digga, schemin' on a PK
Quarterbackin' plays with my nigga like we from Green Bay
Tryna make a move for our families 'cause they need change
His missus had a yute and I'm gambling on the Leafs game
But fuck that, everybody who diss
On the road when I was locked up can deal with my stick
I'm tired of these wasteyutes that feel like they sick
They say I'm screamin' when I spit, I make 'em scream like my bitch
Don't test me, from the opp block down to Lexie
Everybody gettin' boxed 'cause they disrespect me
I'm back home 'ause my lawyer and the judge blessed me
I bounce back with some fetty and a pole, XD
Gun cock, bust that, and make my opp succeed
Bang that, Egg West, I chase bread, fuck dreams
You ain't ridin' with no set, who you with? What team?
I got hitters that will leave you wet, floatin' upstreams
Splash gang, brr, bang, I'm one of the hardest out
Shot that nigga shh in his chest, he was runnin styll
Now, I heard there's money on my head but I highly doubt
The niggas that be takin' on the hit could come take me out
It's Errr God

Egg West d-block, nigga
Egg West, nigga
Bizz Loc, d-block, I'm fresh home, nigga (Fuck the opps)
Ha, I'm back in it, nigga
Errr