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[Da Crook]
Okay, okay
I don't know what you heard about me
Just know that i'm sick, nigga
Ridin' around like fuck a stash
That Glock forty on my hip, nigga
Pray to God that I don't see jakes
Lord knows I ain't pullin' over
All of them high speeds that I got away
Lord knows that I'd do it over
Hella nah, I ain't usin' soda
Double up wit' that come back
Fly OT and then double up wit' that double up and then come back
Better hope that I don't fall off, trust me, niggas don't want that
If I go broke, I get on my Bizz Loc, "Pussy run that!"
How they wanna go to war, they can't fund that?
Walkin' 'round naked, nigga, where the fuck your gun at?
I can never leave that
I try but I need that
Gon' breeze it on the opps and watch CP for the feed back

[Bizz Loc]
It's Bizz Loc!
I don't need no feed back
Four bands for a new ruger
Headshots when I beat that
Ice on me, I'm a Leafs fan
Ridin' out in a Nissan
Goin' nuts like a pecan
You don't want no problems wit' me fam
Fuck boys tryna talk shit
Spark sticks, aimin' at the brain then i'm gettin' brain from a smart bitch
Niggas sayin' my bars sick
Ho's sayin' I'm too hard
Main bitch got her ass done, now I'm lookin' like I got a new broad
Workin' for me in a blue thong
When I'm in the trap writin' new songs
Ferragamo belt is what the tool's on
Whip soft then move hard
Beat a shot and then cruise off
Bizz Loc, I'm a rider nigga
Make a body drop then burn tires, nigga
Stash spot with two []
Never stop, no, I ain't finished
It ain't in the club then you know I ain't in it
When I'm in the booth and blow fires, innit
I be doin' dirt 'til I'm lying in it
Niggas lying, saying I ain't wit' it
But he gets kawaled and tried to line a nigga
But I scoped 'em out and go and find her wit' 'em
That's a double homi', I'm a grimy nigga