Bizzy Anthem

Uh huh, uh huh

Uh

C’mon, c’mon

It’s the bizzy mix

Yeah

C’mon, c’mon

Ay, these **** really don’t live what they talk about

Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down (Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down)

I know you stay at yo’ momma house

We sat outside with some dope and we stalked it out (Stalked it out)

You suckin’ or fuckin’, no chillin’ in here

Baby, I ain’t yo’ ****, no feelings in here (I ain’t yo’ ****)

Only real ****, we really in here

Try to play and you might lose yo ceilin’ in here (Might lose yo' top, ****)

Ay, he tried to play ‘cause he think I’m a artist

Let him go, with this move, this 6.2 get to sparkin’

Come to this block with this whip, I’ma park it

Ay, fuck the opps, we on they ass like some Charmin (Fuck the opps, ****)

Told her she can get right or get left like Harden

Jump of the ropes, Jeff Hardy (Jeff Hardy)

Ass so fat, comin’ back like karma

Ay, we got the lo’ so I’m tryna push up on ‘em (Tryna push up on 'em)

Ay, we got four different Gens in this coupe, like, “Fuck it” (Like, fuck it)

I spot a opp and let’s hoop (Uh)

Love for DA, he’ll hang out the roof (Love for DA)

Ay, long story short, see my man, I pursuit (Boom)

Ain’t tryna let **** breathe, turn off the machine

Ay, I’m tryna make **** bleed (Ay, I’m tryna make **** bleed)

Bizzy, I’m what a hoe need, she know I keep it P

I just might buy you some’ to eat (I just might buy you some’ to eat)

It done got hot than a bitch, I done took off my shirt ‘cause lil’ bro done turned on the heat (I'm hot than a bitch)

I’m in the O-Lone and look it, the tanks on E, but I’m still tryna creep on the streets (I’m still tryna creep on the streets)

And I done been up for a week, don't care what they do, but they need to still free 3

Ay, they don't be out on the G

Ay, stop at the Alon, I'm finna get some' to eat

And it got a scope with a beam, bro left 'em deceased, hop out and clear the whole street (Ay, ay, ay) (Uh)

Did I mention the chop got a beam

Told my bitch to "Chillout", why she acting so mean? (Uh, uh, uh)

Ay, light, camera, action, scene (Uh)

Bro tryna pop out and spray like sheen (Uh, uh, uh)

He a fan, tryna ask for a feat'

So I told 'em, "Come around", he got bucked for his jeans (Ay, uh, uh, uh)

Ay, these **** really don’t live what they talk about

Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down (Ay, hop out the V, ****)

I know you stay at yo’ momma house

We sat outside with some dope and we stalked it out (We stalked it out)

You suckin’ or fuckin’, no chillin’ in here

Baby, I ain’t yo’ ****, no feelings in here (Baby, I ain’t yo’ ****)

Only real ****, we really in here

Try to play and you might lose yo ceilin’ in here

Uh, baby, come here, tryna dick some' down

Me and Dee in the 6 tryna blick some' down (We tryna blick some' down)

You try to run, bullets trip some' down

Really ain't tryna talk, tryna switch some' down (Ay, switch up)

Brodie, just switch up the crowd (Uh)

We told them ****, "Get down" (Uh) (Ay, get down)

Bizzy come through, make it loud (Uh)

I told lil' Trent, "Just chill", 'cause he tryna switch up the crowd (Uh, uh, uh)

Three hoes in the 'bnb, they tryna fuck me, they gettin' wild

I told 'em "Chill", I'm off the 'Migos, I'm mixin' the XO, shrooms, in the Wock' (I'm high than a bitch)

I told him--- (Uh), I told him, "Vibe"

Call brodie, YSL, pop out, get hot (Uh, uh)

I told them ****, they not it (Oohwee)

They better--- (Uh), stop it

Ay, these **** really don’t live what they talk about

Hop out on feet out the V tryna walk ‘em down (Ay, hop out the V, ****)

I know you stay at yo’ momma house

We sat outside with some dope and we stalked it out (And we stalked it out)

You suckin’ or fuckin’, no chillin’ in here

Baby, I ain’t yo’ ****, no feelings in here (Baby, I ain’t yo’ ****, uh)

Only real ****, we really in here

Try to play and you might lose yo ceilin’ in here (You might lose yo' top, ****)