Flizop, Key Glock - West Bank lyrics

(Xavvo got the beat knockin')
(Big Bang Studios)
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
Flizzy, Flizzy, Flizzy grrt, grrt, grrt
(West Bank Records or nothin')

Super certified
Them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé
It got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve
We leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route
I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having
I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion'
Hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in
The circle with the champs
On the Paper Route
I gotta go and catch the West Bank

Free my nigga Killa, free my nigga Bushwick
Do you bad for talking 'bout my dawg
I feel like John Wick
Talking likе you crazy
We gon' put you on a news clip
Feds ain't watching no morе
Niggas be runnin' they loose lips
TSA be searchin' me and
Asking me some bullshit
They know that my hustle strong
I known for touching hella bricks
15, 000 in the trap, I send a mail and
Everything the products be the new shit
You know I got the newest drugs
My life changed when I meet the plug
I hear pressure turn to diamonds so
I had to get me some
I a shark inside the ocean and
You niggas look like chum
Real recognize real and you
Niggas look like bums
Them niggas knowing I the truth
Balling hard but ion hoop
Selling snow but we in summer so
The fiends come by the group
And I servin' on the low
Can't let the police sell my soup
On God the world gon' know my name
Cause Flizzy gon blow like a nuke

Super certified
Them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé
It got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve
We leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route
I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having
I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion'
Hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in
The circle with the champs
On the Paper Route
I gotta go and catch the West Bank

Yeah, it's Flizzy and Glizzy
What the fuck is up
Yeah, I keep some on my hip I
Ain't gotta go and pop the trunk
Yeah, I pour syrup every morning
Smoke broccoli for lunch
It's never too much much
I'm a big dawg these niggas mutts
Yep, I love my gang but God
The only one I trust
And you know ain't shit change, my nigga
I still be in the cut
Yeah, shootin' shit like KD
They like man this nigga clutch
Yeah, slam your bitch like AD
They like boy you just too much
I got in my motherfucking double cup
Trappin' like the 80's
Me and gang gang done ran it up
Choppas like the Navy
Nigga play them traces ate em up
You know money talk even though ion
Like to say too much

Super certified
Them niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé
It got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve
We leaving niggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route
I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having
I could fill a fuel tank
Niggas talking on my name but ion'
Hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in
The circle with the champs
On the Paper Route
I gotta go and catch the West Bank

Paper Route
I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route
I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route
I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route
I gotta go and catch the West Bank