Bizzy Banks - Red Ruby Da Sleeze Freestyle lyrics
[Bizzy Banks - Red Ruby Da Sleeze Freestyle lyrics]
Grahh, Get Money, Bizzy, haha
Look, I said let’s get straight to it
I done fuck them bitches friends and
Had them hoes going through it
Put my heart inside a box can't have
A bitch make me look stupid (at all)
If a bitch wanna be petty
I’m like OK then let’s do it
(let's start it up then)
Yeah, I think I’m just misunderstood like
Can’t a bitch talk shit about
Me, I get money, i feel good
(what else) and I put on for the hood
(what else) wear my jewelry
Around killers nigga
I don't think you could
Give you a gun and tell you shoot it nigga
I don't think you would
For real what the fuck is up?
Why these niggas out here talkin’
Like they really touching us
Trappin in the winter just so I
Can fuck the summer up
Putting weight to get this money up
My bitch is secure
I’m bout to pay to get her tummy tucked
Niggas get to scrambling
We sliding when it's up
For the cheese we do him greazy
Niggas know my body bitch
I'm heavy on the Sleezy
I do it for the trenches cuz I
Know them niggas need me
Trappin is a habit nigga that
Was my first strategy
I’m outside getting money I don't know
Why this bitch mad at me
All I think about is money
All she think about is bitches
All she think about is hoes
All I think about is chicken
She must want me broken in her face
Cuz I do not get it
Imma put the money first
Then I put the bitch second
She all on my phone like
(who dis) I'm like keep guessing
And they know my body bitch I’m
Outside with a big weapon
Yeah You know I’m Dior steppin or
I got the forces on
Polo Tee & Polo drawers you know
I keep the horses on
Pop out in an all-red fit
Look like the Source Awards
Pop out with a bitch that
These niggas never saw before
I done spent 5K on a fit I never wore before
I ain't crying over spilled milk
Nigga I lost before now a nigga winning now
You know I be grinning now
I was just in orange jumpers
Skippin' niggas for the chow
Why you niggas playing ‘round if you
Tough nigga say it loud
I ain’t gotta make a sound
I feel a way I’m spraying rounds
Act like you legally blind, POP, Hold it down
Used to open up for niggas
Now I'm doing Rolling Loud
Bitch I feel litter than ever
But, I’m still working
Shorty thought she had a come-up
SIKE that bitch still twerking
How she tryna finesse me, I finesse bitches
Shorty tryna stress me
I used to stress bitches
Why she tryna play with my body
Like I ain’t G man
Fucked a lotta niggas bitches but
I keep it P man
Shorty light skin, brown skin, butter pecan
Kissing on her body
I just fuck her on the weekend
She twist up her fingers when she
With me I’m the Sleeze, man
(I was bout to go crazy)
Look, I said let’s get straight to it
I done fuck them bitches friends and
Had them hoes going through it
Put my heart inside a box can't have
A bitch make me look stupid (at all)
If a bitch wanna be petty
I’m like OK then let’s do it
(let's start it up then)
Yeah, I think I’m just misunderstood like
Can’t a bitch talk shit about
Me, I get money, i feel good
(what else) and I put on for the hood
(what else) wear my jewelry
Around killers nigga
I don't think you could
Give you a gun and tell you shoot it nigga
I don't think you would
For real what the fuck is up?
Why these niggas out here talkin’
Like they really touching us
Trappin in the winter just so I
Can fuck the summer up
Putting weight to get this money up
My bitch is secure
I’m bout to pay to get her tummy tucked
Niggas get to scrambling
We sliding when it's up
For the cheese we do him greazy
Niggas know my body bitch
I'm heavy on the Sleezy
I do it for the trenches cuz I
Know them niggas need me
Trappin is a habit nigga that
Was my first strategy
I’m outside getting money I don't know
Why this bitch mad at me
All I think about is money
All she think about is bitches
All she think about is hoes
All I think about is chicken
She must want me broken in her face
Cuz I do not get it
Imma put the money first
Then I put the bitch second
She all on my phone like
(who dis) I'm like keep guessing
And they know my body bitch I’m
Outside with a big weapon
Yeah You know I’m Dior steppin or
I got the forces on
Polo Tee & Polo drawers you know
I keep the horses on
Pop out in an all-red fit
Look like the Source Awards
Pop out with a bitch that
These niggas never saw before
I done spent 5K on a fit I never wore before
I ain't crying over spilled milk
Nigga I lost before now a nigga winning now
You know I be grinning now
I was just in orange jumpers
Skippin' niggas for the chow
Why you niggas playing ‘round if you
Tough nigga say it loud
I ain’t gotta make a sound
I feel a way I’m spraying rounds
Act like you legally blind, POP, Hold it down
Used to open up for niggas
Now I'm doing Rolling Loud
Bitch I feel litter than ever
But, I’m still working
Shorty thought she had a come-up
SIKE that bitch still twerking
How she tryna finesse me, I finesse bitches
Shorty tryna stress me
I used to stress bitches
Why she tryna play with my body
Like I ain’t G man
Fucked a lotta niggas bitches but
I keep it P man
Shorty light skin, brown skin, butter pecan
Kissing on her body
I just fuck her on the weekend
She twist up her fingers when she
With me I’m the Sleeze, man
(I was bout to go crazy)