Izaya Tiji - 55mm lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - 55mm lyrics]
Yeah, that's folk, wipe yo' nose
Wipe yo' that's my cut right now
We go to money
where the money? What that nigga
Gon' do about it?
Get a bad bitch, a fat ass
I'ma hit her 'til she done
Brought the baddest bitches to the party
Hit 'em 'til we done
Call my shooters, "Go and blow
That up", he get her, get it done
Yeah, them 55 take ya leg off
Crawl like a slug
We sip muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, bloody
Bloody mud
Yeah, that choppa "Blrr", like a bug
Don't get yo' ass stung
Yeah, I love to count these racks
I count these racks all when I wanna
Yeah, we book a top floor
Tell the baddest bitches line up
And when I meet 'em, pour a pint up
Woo, woo, and we turn up
Take my Glock, go get my photo
Woo, woo, yeah, he bite 'em
Guess I shouldn't had bought
That bitch a bag, should've never
If I fuck that bitch then I'ma feel so bad
Nah nah nah she go right back to her
Boyfriend, he look so sad, ayy ayy ayy
Went from, Rue21, to designer rag, yeah
Ah ah
I said, fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Watch how you talk to these niggas
They just be fake
Behind yo' back, they hate you, then
They say, "I love you", to yo' face
We got shooters all over the radar
Broke-ass nigga can't relate
Ghost all over the radar
Could go blow a bag everyday
I told my nigga, let's shake some'
Ye-ye, ye-ye, yeah, ye-ye-ye
I might pour that 4 up
Turn this shit to pink lemonade
Yeah, I'm on that brick
Mix the alcohol wit' Percocet
I don't like to flex
I just let my choppa go and flex
And we got stacks on deck, hunnids
On deck, hunnids on deck, hoes on dick
Nigga, let's shoot a flick, fuck ya bitch
Let's just go and blow that bitch
Know she countin', he always broke
That bitch
Whatever we do they clown that shit
You got a bag
Lil' nigga? Then throw that shit
We got them flags, lil' nigga
We tie them shit
And I'ma fuck on that bitch
'til she's tired as shit
Say you a rich-ass nigga, you lied and shit
Rich niggas on the side of me
Some shit that you can't believe
Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil bag
Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil sack
She give brain like she takin' a test
Hollows hit you, you ain't makin' it back
Let's go, let's go
Wipe yo' that's my cut right now
We go to money
where the money? What that nigga
Gon' do about it?
Get a bad bitch, a fat ass
I'ma hit her 'til she done
Brought the baddest bitches to the party
Hit 'em 'til we done
Call my shooters, "Go and blow
That up", he get her, get it done
Yeah, them 55 take ya leg off
Crawl like a slug
We sip muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, bloody
Bloody mud
Yeah, that choppa "Blrr", like a bug
Don't get yo' ass stung
Yeah, I love to count these racks
I count these racks all when I wanna
Yeah, we book a top floor
Tell the baddest bitches line up
And when I meet 'em, pour a pint up
Woo, woo, and we turn up
Take my Glock, go get my photo
Woo, woo, yeah, he bite 'em
Guess I shouldn't had bought
That bitch a bag, should've never
If I fuck that bitch then I'ma feel so bad
Nah nah nah she go right back to her
Boyfriend, he look so sad, ayy ayy ayy
Went from, Rue21, to designer rag, yeah
Ah ah
I said, fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' bag
Fuck it, let's go get a lil' sack
Watch how you talk to these niggas
They just be fake
Behind yo' back, they hate you, then
They say, "I love you", to yo' face
We got shooters all over the radar
Broke-ass nigga can't relate
Ghost all over the radar
Could go blow a bag everyday
I told my nigga, let's shake some'
Ye-ye, ye-ye, yeah, ye-ye-ye
I might pour that 4 up
Turn this shit to pink lemonade
Yeah, I'm on that brick
Mix the alcohol wit' Percocet
I don't like to flex
I just let my choppa go and flex
And we got stacks on deck, hunnids
On deck, hunnids on deck, hoes on dick
Nigga, let's shoot a flick, fuck ya bitch
Let's just go and blow that bitch
Know she countin', he always broke
That bitch
Whatever we do they clown that shit
You got a bag
Lil' nigga? Then throw that shit
We got them flags, lil' nigga
We tie them shit
And I'ma fuck on that bitch
'til she's tired as shit
Say you a rich-ass nigga, you lied and shit
Rich niggas on the side of me
Some shit that you can't believe
Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil bag
Fuck it, let's go get a 'lil sack
She give brain like she takin' a test
Hollows hit you, you ain't makin' it back
Let's go, let's go