Bizzy Banks - Quarantine Freestyle, Pt. 2 lyrics
[Bizzy Banks - Quarantine Freestyle, Pt. 2 lyrics]
Like what?
Get Money we don't salute that brodie going
Shoot that brodie going brush'em
(brodie gong what?, what he jackin'?)
Bullets to hot I tell brodie (bow)
We don't salute that brodie going
Shoot that brodie going dust'em
(like take that chain off nigga)
I catch a māthā, she give me māthā like
What? Like, look
We don't salute that brodie going
Shoot that brodie going brush'em
Like, brodie goin' shoot that
Bullets to hot I tell brodie go bun'em
Brodie goin’
He talkin' dirty brodie goin' dust him
Like, look brodie goin' what?
Brodie goin' dun'еm
Like, twist up my fingеrs I'm sanctioned
(nb) no conversation tell that little boy
We ain't playin' uh (at all)
Bullets goin' flame him
We can make a nigga famous uh
You know what I'm sayin'
They like how you switch the flow on him uh
And I got the sitchy
You got to give it and go on them
Brodie be wit me
I caught a attempt and I bailed out
Brodie goin' trap in his Dior's
And we trappin' in Yeezy's
I spent a pack up in Dior
And spent three for my clizzy
Shawty tryin' to suck my meat off
Like, she better chill
I got some shooters that's slidin' for real
It get crazy when we up in the field
Baby sleez when it's time for a drill like
(baby sleez when it's time for the)
And we still in Amiri jeans
They like Bizzy why you still
On the move during quarantine?
Cuz I got what these niggas
The work is essential I cook
It up for the feens
Made a ten pack up in these jeans
She tryna fuck but I’m dosing
Off from the lean
I got the wok hard who need it uh
She get my cock hard
That bitch so bad she conceived uh
She taste like a pop tart
I just might slide for no reason uh
Just watch how the Glock spark
I swear this yerky got me tweakin’ uh
Don’t think that I’m sweatin’
For no reason uh
I swear I feel like I’m Shawn Wick
So I tint up the Cartiers
40 I got clear a mosh pit
We endin’ your party
I swear we on Vietnam shit
Wet ‘em like tsunamis
Wet 'em up like tsunamis
And we shoot up the
So we tint up the Cartiers
Get Money we don't salute that brodie going
Shoot that brodie going brush'em
(brodie gong what?, what he jackin'?)
Bullets to hot I tell brodie (bow)
We don't salute that brodie going
Shoot that brodie going dust'em
(like take that chain off nigga)
I catch a māthā, she give me māthā like
What? Like, look
We don't salute that brodie going
Shoot that brodie going brush'em
Like, brodie goin' shoot that
Bullets to hot I tell brodie go bun'em
Brodie goin’
He talkin' dirty brodie goin' dust him
Like, look brodie goin' what?
Brodie goin' dun'еm
Like, twist up my fingеrs I'm sanctioned
(nb) no conversation tell that little boy
We ain't playin' uh (at all)
Bullets goin' flame him
We can make a nigga famous uh
You know what I'm sayin'
They like how you switch the flow on him uh
And I got the sitchy
You got to give it and go on them
Brodie be wit me
I caught a attempt and I bailed out
Brodie goin' trap in his Dior's
And we trappin' in Yeezy's
I spent a pack up in Dior
And spent three for my clizzy
Shawty tryin' to suck my meat off
Like, she better chill
I got some shooters that's slidin' for real
It get crazy when we up in the field
Baby sleez when it's time for a drill like
(baby sleez when it's time for the)
And we still in Amiri jeans
They like Bizzy why you still
On the move during quarantine?
Cuz I got what these niggas
The work is essential I cook
It up for the feens
Made a ten pack up in these jeans
She tryna fuck but I’m dosing
Off from the lean
I got the wok hard who need it uh
She get my cock hard
That bitch so bad she conceived uh
She taste like a pop tart
I just might slide for no reason uh
Just watch how the Glock spark
I swear this yerky got me tweakin’ uh
Don’t think that I’m sweatin’
For no reason uh
I swear I feel like I’m Shawn Wick
So I tint up the Cartiers
40 I got clear a mosh pit
We endin’ your party
I swear we on Vietnam shit
Wet ‘em like tsunamis
Wet 'em up like tsunamis
And we shoot up the
So we tint up the Cartiers