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Victim
Bizzy Banks
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My gang go crazy
Grrah, grrah, boom
We keepin' that
I'm talkin' car struggles, wildin' over that shit
Grrah
Boom, boom, boom
Grrah, grrah, boom
Too many opps, I can't pick 'em, uh (Slatt)
He talk a lot, he got the shot
That's word to my moms, I'ma hit him, uh
Shooters on spot, pass him a Glock
No NBA, we gon' swish him, uh (Grrah)
How much you got? Ten in the chop (Boom, boom)
If you shoot, you better clip him, uh
'Cause I ain't got time for no victims, uh (Grrah, grrah)
So many shots like we up in a ball
My shooter D-Way how he hop out the car (Boom, boom)
No Stephen Curry, we shoot him from far (Grrah)
He put in that work, he get paid for the job (Grrah, grrah)
My niggas put your lil' face on that card, uh (Bitch)
Watch these niggas envy
Can't cuff on no bitch if she movin' friendly
I know wifey gon' tote if she movin' with me
Got ten in the clip, bitch
Look, I be shootin' like Nash, uh (Shoot like Nash)
If I back up the sitchy (What?)
I'ma tap it like NAV (Grrah, grrah)
Boy, you ain't Saint, you can't stand on my ass
Better stand back, realer get on his ass
Split through your block, Ricky runnin' too fast
I feel like a racer, I hope I don't crash
This Henny be doin' somethin' to me
Wait, I'm stumblin' (Ooh)
But don't run up, I ain't fumblin'
Thirty on me, ain't no time for the rumblin', uh (Grrah, grrah)
I just came home off a situation
My shooter outside when I got probation
So many risks that my niggas takin'
R.I.P. Flick, brodie on vacation
If I get a chain, you won't snatch that (Bitch)
Uh, fuck I look like, PMV?
Bitch, I run it like DMC
So much shooters, I swear that my camp look like CMG
But scratch that
You want a feature? Better pay me through Cash App
I tell Ruger go blast that
If he don't got it, I tell Bando to pass that
Shorty, she like how I rap
Brrt-ta, brrt-ta, blaow
My shooters still movin' too tac', uh
And I love them .380s
Lately, my bitch movin' too crazy
I catch a DV, she try to play me
Niggas who love me just started hatin'
Shit like that really my motivation
Free all the guys I miss 'em
Free G5, Molly, G5, Ben
We with the court, all for the ten
Hazy got bail, quarter to ten
Hit my bro Nine, I miss him
When he get to shootin', really don't miss
So many times out a quarter of six
'Cause he said I'm too young to be gettin' convict
So he put on for the set
That's a real brother, I don't feel others
They just freed my nigga CB (CB)
Two and a half, somebody got hit
Two faces my cash, extortin' the grits
5K in the stash, I swipe with a chip
We still catchin' Zoes and drippin' (Grrah)
Hazy got bags, this spot gettin' hit
Too many opps, I can't pick 'em, uh (Slatt)
He talk a lot, he got the shot
That's word to my moms, I'ma hit him, uh
Shooters on spot, pass him a Glock
No NBA, we gon' swish him, uh (Grrah)
How much you got? Ten in the chop (Boom, boom)
If you shoot, you better clip him, uh
'Cause I ain't got time for no victims, uh (Grrah, grrah)