Yeat - Bizzy lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat - Bizzy lyrics]
Yeah, you know I been talking my shit
(Turn that shit up, 2) ooh, uh, twizzy
You already know that shit dope
You know I was talking 'bout my twizzies
What's a new word? Got to
Think 'bout something different (Twizzy)
Bitch and a thot, call that bitch my bizzy
Uh uh (Bitch) might fuck your bizzy
Call that bitch my bitch (Hey, hey)
Might fuck your bizzy (Uh, huh)
Rockin' a Teflon tee, rockin' a mink coat G
I got twenty-five thousand, seen
Him copying this shit, odee
She gon' watch me count it before
She spread that shit for me
I ain't even speak no language
Money counters all I speak
That bitch say I was her favorite
Yeah that bitch head just for me
I remember back when I was broke
I couldn't even afford no expensive tee
Regardless I get to that cheese (Racks)
Finna go cop me a Bugatti
I can go faster than all the police
I'm buying that mansion cash, no
I don't feel like paying no lease
Man, this shit going way too fast
But that's good enough for me (yeah)
Yeah, she trendy she like fast cars
She like living large
We got plenty, don't care bout no penny
My money gon' stack to mars
Call her my head
Cause she gon' throw that head like
She work at a college she got a PhD from me
That please don't hate me I'll
Give you that knowledge give me the noggin
I'm on this Oxy, I'm nodding
I'm in the stu' with all of my twins and
We ain't go to sleep until the morning
I ain't talk to nobody cause everyone else
To me is really so boring
I just copped the flight I'm in New
York I'm at the Helmut Lang store (Let's go)
You care about them followers
Boy you got it backwards get that money
Stack it up until it come
Back with a half more
It's some secrets to this shit but
I can't tell you the password
Yeah, ever since I got
This bread the bitches, they turn to whores
Yeah, I'm with my bitch, I call her my bizzy
When I'm with my twin, I call him my twizzy
(Let's go)
I can't talk right now, lil' bitch, I'm busy
Oxy with that lean, boy, I might crash out
Livin' like I been dead
Person for some years
Better bring the casket (yeah)
I got me some new Celine with some rings
Diamonds in the basket
Same bitch want bands, suckin' on the team
How the fuck you beggin'? (O oh)
You ain't never had no racks
Never had a bag, how the fuck you braggin'?
(Turn that shit up, 2) ooh, uh, twizzy
You already know that shit dope
You know I was talking 'bout my twizzies
What's a new word? Got to
Think 'bout something different (Twizzy)
Bitch and a thot, call that bitch my bizzy
Uh uh (Bitch) might fuck your bizzy
Call that bitch my bitch (Hey, hey)
Might fuck your bizzy (Uh, huh)
Rockin' a Teflon tee, rockin' a mink coat G
I got twenty-five thousand, seen
Him copying this shit, odee
She gon' watch me count it before
She spread that shit for me
I ain't even speak no language
Money counters all I speak
That bitch say I was her favorite
Yeah that bitch head just for me
I remember back when I was broke
I couldn't even afford no expensive tee
Regardless I get to that cheese (Racks)
Finna go cop me a Bugatti
I can go faster than all the police
I'm buying that mansion cash, no
I don't feel like paying no lease
Man, this shit going way too fast
But that's good enough for me (yeah)
Yeah, she trendy she like fast cars
She like living large
We got plenty, don't care bout no penny
My money gon' stack to mars
Call her my head
Cause she gon' throw that head like
She work at a college she got a PhD from me
That please don't hate me I'll
Give you that knowledge give me the noggin
I'm on this Oxy, I'm nodding
I'm in the stu' with all of my twins and
We ain't go to sleep until the morning
I ain't talk to nobody cause everyone else
To me is really so boring
I just copped the flight I'm in New
York I'm at the Helmut Lang store (Let's go)
You care about them followers
Boy you got it backwards get that money
Stack it up until it come
Back with a half more
It's some secrets to this shit but
I can't tell you the password
Yeah, ever since I got
This bread the bitches, they turn to whores
Yeah, I'm with my bitch, I call her my bizzy
When I'm with my twin, I call him my twizzy
(Let's go)
I can't talk right now, lil' bitch, I'm busy
Oxy with that lean, boy, I might crash out
Livin' like I been dead
Person for some years
Better bring the casket (yeah)
I got me some new Celine with some rings
Diamonds in the basket
Same bitch want bands, suckin' on the team
How the fuck you beggin'? (O oh)
You ain't never had no racks
Never had a bag, how the fuck you braggin'?