Bizzy Banks - Quarantine Freestyle lyrics
[Bizzy Banks - Quarantine Freestyle lyrics]
Uh, what? Bitch uh, like, haha, get money
Bizzy (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Like, what? Bitch
And we still in Amiri jeans
I'm lookin' fresh when I pull up
Right on the scene
We don't care 'bout no quarantine
Bitch, we outside
Makin' movies like Wolverine
And she think I'm wild grimy
Bitch, you know how much I
Made in these 990s?
My blood, it get wild slimy
I ain't got time for a bitch
That move just like me
And my shooters don't like fightin'
But they punch for pieces up
They look like Mike Tyson
Where you walkin', it's so frightening
I ain't like swipin'
So I had to on-sight it
I'm a shooter that's so drippy
She tryna fuck me, I told her give no hickeys
I just bagged out a cool fifty
When I pop out, I'm on scene with a new
And you know my jewelry is VV
He talkin' hot, he get smoked like his GG
Uh you know that boy wanna be me
He said he hate me, but got me on repeat, uh
I was just bomin' SB, so I
Had to run up the Cartis, uh
(Turn up the Cartis)
Level just backed out a Royce
Now we gotta get us a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don't think it's sweet 'cause we
Shoot up the party
I don't play, boy, what I look like
I'm Carti?
I just might slide, put an opp in a molly
We takin' Percs, no, we don't take molly
She call me Rancher, suck me like Jolly
My bitch an uh, shaped like a Barbie
Cook it up like it's Ruth Chris
She callin' my phone, I'm like
"Who this?" Uh better go stupid
Hit the showroom for that new drip, uh
I had to switch up the flow on 'em, uh
Really got knocked with the pole on 'em
We ain't fuckin' with, 'cause
He told on 'em, uh
You gotta give it and go on 'em, uh
It's goin' down, Yung Joc (Yung Joc)
We want the smoke, no Pop
Hit up the bloody, hola
I ain't eatin' that pussy, ain't kosher
And we just got a thirty, osha
And you know that I drip like the ocean
Like look, uh
Runnin' through hundreds, we blessed up, uh
Stop takin' them yerkies
All them shit's just be pressed up
I just might slide with a stick
That's lil' nigga dress up
Boy, wait a minute, fresh up, uh
She wanna fuck, you know I'm
Never gon' stress her, like
Who is that nigga? I ain't got
Time to go press her, like
We gettin' money, we throw that shit in the
Uh
We gettin' money, we throw that
Shit up in the, uh
(Ayy, what?) we throw that shit up and, uh
I just been runnin' through
Hundreds and ones we gotta go get an, uh
Bro got a stick and it came with a drum
My niggas really go dumb
These niggas talkin' too hot on the, uh
What? Uh, uh (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Run up the funds like
Bizzy (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Like, what? Bitch
And we still in Amiri jeans
I'm lookin' fresh when I pull up
Right on the scene
We don't care 'bout no quarantine
Bitch, we outside
Makin' movies like Wolverine
And she think I'm wild grimy
Bitch, you know how much I
Made in these 990s?
My blood, it get wild slimy
I ain't got time for a bitch
That move just like me
And my shooters don't like fightin'
But they punch for pieces up
They look like Mike Tyson
Where you walkin', it's so frightening
I ain't like swipin'
So I had to on-sight it
I'm a shooter that's so drippy
She tryna fuck me, I told her give no hickeys
I just bagged out a cool fifty
When I pop out, I'm on scene with a new
And you know my jewelry is VV
He talkin' hot, he get smoked like his GG
Uh you know that boy wanna be me
He said he hate me, but got me on repeat, uh
I was just bomin' SB, so I
Had to run up the Cartis, uh
(Turn up the Cartis)
Level just backed out a Royce
Now we gotta get us a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don't think it's sweet 'cause we
Shoot up the party
I don't play, boy, what I look like
I'm Carti?
I just might slide, put an opp in a molly
We takin' Percs, no, we don't take molly
She call me Rancher, suck me like Jolly
My bitch an uh, shaped like a Barbie
Cook it up like it's Ruth Chris
She callin' my phone, I'm like
"Who this?" Uh better go stupid
Hit the showroom for that new drip, uh
I had to switch up the flow on 'em, uh
Really got knocked with the pole on 'em
We ain't fuckin' with, 'cause
He told on 'em, uh
You gotta give it and go on 'em, uh
It's goin' down, Yung Joc (Yung Joc)
We want the smoke, no Pop
Hit up the bloody, hola
I ain't eatin' that pussy, ain't kosher
And we just got a thirty, osha
And you know that I drip like the ocean
Like look, uh
Runnin' through hundreds, we blessed up, uh
Stop takin' them yerkies
All them shit's just be pressed up
I just might slide with a stick
That's lil' nigga dress up
Boy, wait a minute, fresh up, uh
She wanna fuck, you know I'm
Never gon' stress her, like
Who is that nigga? I ain't got
Time to go press her, like
We gettin' money, we throw that shit in the
Uh
We gettin' money, we throw that
Shit up in the, uh
(Ayy, what?) we throw that shit up and, uh
I just been runnin' through
Hundreds and ones we gotta go get an, uh
Bro got a stick and it came with a drum
My niggas really go dumb
These niggas talkin' too hot on the, uh
What? Uh, uh (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)
Run up the funds like