Bizzy Banks - Top 5 lyrics

[Bizzy Banks - Top 5 lyrics]

Grrah, grrah, grrah (Is that you JJ?)
Be keepin' that, bizzy, muna monster
If I walk with the thirty clip
In the face wit a thirty stick
That structure, Bloodclot

Like, look, what's a demon to a goblin
I was trappin', I was robbin'
Every villain got a problem (Facts)
Look, every hero got a Gotham
Every child need a father
Like, I was raised by the block
I was nine when my father got knocked
I was twelve when my brother got knocked
I was thirteen when I let off that shot
Eliminated i had to get on that greedy shit
I ain't forgivin' 'em (At all)
I took a plea for what? Get on your knees
I don't wanna fuck
Look, switchin' your team for what?
I took a oath, i ain't switchin' up


Look, servin' these fiends for
What? So I can
Have J's when I step in the club (Facts)
Look, now I got foreigns
I'm steppin' in Dior drugs in my system
I'm drinkin' my Seymour's
My body different, uh
I was the Grinch I ain't
Care 'bout no Christmas
Look, she wanna hit this, uh
I done fuck bitches and
Fucked with they friendships
Look, I'm finna slide with a big stick
No, I ain't Fivi' but I got that Big Drip
This ain't no race don't trip bitch
I took an L and then I got big lit
Uh, now I'm just tryna' get big rich, I
Ain't got time to beef over kid shit, uh
I took a opp off the hitlist
My niggas sliding they think
That they blitzin'
Look, these niggas lie in the booth
See me in person, like who you gon' yell at?
You ain't no shooter, boy
Who you gon' tell that?
If I get booked Marz know where the bail at
I was 'round crack but no I never sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my 'migo to mail that like, look
I said y'all niggas play too much (Facts)
I keep it brief, up in these raps
No, I ain't sayin' too much
These niggas ain't do enough
Y'all niggas spinnin'
But y'all ain't even spinnin' on
Niggas that's ain't even tough
Been fiendin' to dump
Had that pussy boy bleedin' that
Time of the month my shooters been on a hunt
When we slide they ain't Ricky
They like Forrest Gump (Facts)
I asked if you ready or not if I see a opp
Don't think it's sweet 'cause you
Know it's baby bottlepop
When it comes to these bars I'm really elite
Bitch, I'm the one who made it hot
Like, look
(Bitch, I'm the one who made it hot)
I was spinin' on any block
I'm off the 'Tron I said I don't do Ciroc
From the east where they cook up
But I be in the 'Stuy where
The real niggas Milly Rock
And my shooter just hit me like, good luck
You know it get spooky up at the top
'Cause that's when you see who hatin'
They ain't gon' love you when
You leave the block like nah ma'
Always on go I ain't care
'bout no stop signs top 5
Uh, come to that drill and
They know I'm top 5 on the dead guys
Uh, niggas say different then he
Get his head fried you a damn lie
Like, you mention Brooklyn
You know that I'm top 5

Like, uh, we really spinnin' for real
Uh, they makin' up drills when we
Really makin' movies for real like, uh
Niggas know I don't cap
I made it cool to jack what I jack
I'm EBK, niggas know all the facts
Like, top 5, uh
Dead or alive they know I'm top 5
You mention Brooklyn you know that I'm top 5
On the dead guys
Like, he talking hot then he
Get his head fried you a damn lie, uh
Like, come to that drill and
They know I'm top 5
These niggas lie in the booth
See me in person like who you gon' yell at?
You ain't no shooter boy who
You gon' tell that?
If I get booked, Marz know where the bell at
I was 'round pack but no I never sell that
Uh, did a flip with some coke
I told my 'migo to mail that like, look

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