Bliccy - Bandhunta Izzy
Written by：Israel James/Scott Jung
Bandhunta sh*t man
Look
My niggas they savage no 21
You say you a savage don't own a gun
Might feel like some d**e 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 b**th I'ma bust his a**
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
B**th I be balling no cancer
Pull a mood and my niggas will blam you
This b**th 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 b**th you know that I live it
B**ches they loving the swag
They telling me boy you know that you drippin'
B**ches 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 sh*t for the low
Sh*t if he tax on the ***
Sh*t then I'm gettin' him smoked
Spin through your block like a ceiling fan
B**ches like izzy he been the man
My ni**a just found him a lick
I was like f**k it go get him then
Ugly lil b**th head was the sh*t
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 b**th wake up up like a ringtone
Sending some shots at your hating a**
Beam on the blicky lil ni**a play laser tag
Go on the mission to take him out
But f**k it I'm still putting on the mask
Taking shots and the shells put him on his a**
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 ni**a different cloth
Bluffing niggas shake 'em off
They know that I'm hot as a fever
Your b**th want my dick you should leave her
I stay fresh as sh*t 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 f**k it up
Hit the trap I'm 'bout to run it up
Ni**a what you plotting on me
Man this ni**a really dumb as f**k
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
