Bandhunta Izzy

Bliccy Lyrics

[Intro]

Bandhunta shit man

Look



[Verse]

My niggas they savage, no 21

You say you a savage, don't own a gun

Might feel like some dope 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 bitch I'ma bust his ass

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

Bitch I be balling, no cancer

Pull a mood and my niggas will blam you

This bitch 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 bitch, you know that I live it

Bitches they loving the swag

They telling me boy you know that you drippin'

Bitches 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 shit for the low

Shit if he tax on the drugs

Shit then I'm gettin' him smoked

Spin through your block like a ceiling fan

Bitches like Izzy he been the man

My nigga just found him a lick

I was like fuck it, go get him then

Ugly lil bitch, head was the shit

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 bitch wake up up like a ringtone

Sending some shots at your hating ass

Beam on the blicky, lil nigga play laser tag

Go on the mission to take him out

But fuck it, I'm still putting on the mask

Taking shots and the shells put him on his ass

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 nigga, different cloth

Bluffing niggas, shake 'em off

They know that I'm hot as a fever

Your bitch want my dick, you should leave her

I stay fresh as shit 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, fuck it up

Hit the trap, I'm 'bout to run it up

Nigga what? you plotting on me?

Man this nigga really dumb as fuck

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