EBK Bckdoe, Thizzler On The Roof, Kai Bandz, Lil Seeto, Kflex Boutabag, DB.Boutabag - Thizzler Cypher x Miir lyrics

Aye, what's good? Its Uav
With the Thizzler Cypher
Aye, they lucky they ain't let me get on
The beat, bruh, but, aye, they got it
They got it go ahead, bruh

Aye, look
Off the dribble, I'm like whoo, yeah
This beat hard niggas sweethearts, on God
They don't even be hard
My lil niggas be popping
Percs like they SweeTARTS
Tryna go dumb in this bitch like a retard
Bitch, peep drip
Mix Off White with Louis and some PURPLE
RIP the thugs and, on God, RIP to Virgil
I snuck the toolie in this bitch
I don't wanna hurt you
I need all blues out this bitch
I don't wanna flirt you
Made a couple bands 'fore I еver made a hit
As a lil nigga I was
Really trapping around this bitch
Wrap a bowl and movе it home
We sending packs around this bitch
Dice game, one roll
Don't get cracked around this bitch
My chain hang, we gangbang
I'm on that money route
Brother told me rock these shows and
We gon' make it out
She put them bands in her purse
Then I took 'em out
On my mama, I need more money
Y'all can take the clout can you salute me?
Fresh off the plane from LA, my life a movie
Aye big Bnb shit
We gon' fill 'em up with groupies
Niggas said they on my head, well, nigga
Shoot me
2022, I'm taking over, bitch, this my year
Too damn high, I'm in the sky
Buzz Lightyear
I heard you looking for your bitch, bruh
She right here she leave with me
I'm a nigga worst nightmare
They really love me from LA to Japan
Did a couple million views
Now I need a million bands
Gotta watch who you call your mans
I don't got too many friends
If you hopping on that road to
These riches you need a plan, Nigga

My nigga Mir made the beat, here we go again
I just rolled my last Zemi up
I'm at the store again
I'm finna pull the move, I'm like, "Bro
We need to smoke again"
She broke me off a dub, I start laughing
Did the Joker dance
I just hit my cougar bitch up
Finna blow her in
Got this bitch bank account froze like I
They like the lil dreads in the back
I just growed 'em in fuck her off my name
You only fuck her 'cause you showed her ten
I need this Zemi leaf, get the red pack
You can get a extra 20K, bring his head back
I just rolled a eighth of
Zaza and some dead pack
You loving on that dirty thot bitch
I been bled that
Nigga said he on my head, nigga, lie again
Oh, I thought that nigga told
That's your slime again?
They not finna drop a hundred shots
Finna slide again
Need to free my lil brother out
Doing time again smoking clocks
Counting blues riding through the blade
Pull up on the side of a hoe, aye, bitch
What's your name?
When I touch my next thirty
Piece I'm coming Johnny Dang
Finna pull the move on a I feel like Dwyane

Aye, huh? You just be typing hella gangster
You a Internet shooter
So I had to snatch your bitch
'cause she was digging the shooter
You be saying rap cap from
Behind a computer but
If I mutilate your face
That's a slimy manuever
Man, I don't understand all
This talking they doing
Say you wanna blow me down
Come up on me and do it
And I ain't capping when I speak, bitch
I'm really gon' shoot it
You think I'm pussy 'cause I'm white, bro
You really are stupid
Yeah, my brother saw life before
He saw a diploma
Started smoking hella early 'cause
We love the aroma
Yeah, Puyallup where I'm from but
I've got love in Tacoma
I've got a brother in the Bay
And I've got one in Daytona
I got suckers on my back and
They be hoping I get shitbagged
They want me in a box and, yeah
They hope I get a toe tag
Can't let it happen
I gotta prove 'em wrong and prevail
Always follow God but, oh my god
He put me through hell stay levelheaded
I take it to the chin and proceed
Bitch get me attached
Say she love me then she ghost me
Never been no bitch to admit that I cry a lot
Fuck being sad
Put them tears up in a frying pot
Rocking by my lonely
Since '05 posted on the block
Down for all my
Brothers, thinking differently
You better not
Can't even speak to God about
The shit I done did
A lot of fathers getting taken
We got kids raising kids
It's an overlapping circle just
Like twisting a lid
And if I pop this Wocky top
Then I'ma drop in the thizz
I'm too faded to think
I'm just drifting from reality
Pretend that you okay and
Then distract from actuality
I'm faded, I'm dated, been going crazy
I made it i don't stutter in my speech
Best believe I'ma say it
I been tryna be more open 'bout
The ways I been feeling
I been shortening my circle
And expanding my vision
I just wanna be at peace
Fuck the shooting and killing
But if they ever try to test
Me they ain't raising they children, Huh?

Aye, y'all know what the fuck going on
I had to bring them Boutabag
Niggas to the Thizzler Cypher, Man
Kflex in the building, he
Finna chew this motherfucker, Come on

Aye it's kinda hard to tell me stop
After they get me going
They try to stab you in your back
And act like you ain't knowing
Bands for this fit
But to you it's just regular clothing
Fifty dollar eighths
We ain't doing no regular smoking
You ain't never had a foreign
Bitch that need a passport
Bitch, my niggas really 'bout a bag
Not 'bout a Jansport
Baby, I cannot put on a cape
That's what your man for
Brother get to blowing with that fire
It's a FN torch
All your nigga do is tell tales
I think he a fairy
It's a Boutabag nigga season, yeah
It's getting scary
Baby, put this nick in your
Purse like Mariah Carey
He a cat and he beat her
Ass like it's Tom and Jerry
Everybody saying that they balling
They keep thunder
I wouldn't worry 'bout no nigga
With a wack jumper i'm the type to give a
Bad bitch a fake number
You ain't make her pay for that pipe
You a fake plumber

Aye i been killing cyphers for a minute
This shit old to me
Name a nigga fuck hoes and sell
Out more shows than me
You ain't got no load
How is you trapping? Niggas bold to me
And stop making songs with all that cap
Niggas hoes to me
Said he 'bout a bag but bro
Can't buy designer clothes like me
He ain't spending bands on Melrose
Neck froze like me
Who you know mix Off White
And RtA clothes like me?
And how the fuck I let this
Wockhardt get a hold of me?
I showed you niggas how to talk shit
It's not coincidental
Took the diamonds out the shop
And threw 'em in my dental
Niggas asking 'bout that Lamb truck but
It was just a rental
I'm high off top shelf
You high off monkey in the middle
I just need like two rich bitches
Put me in the middle
My last bitch call me Peter Piper
'cause she like my pickle
I'ma talk shit 'til I can't
Leave the beat cripple bands on his top
Box the chop but I am not Remble
And I am not rapping, I just shit talk
The Wocky saying
"Pour me up" I think I seen a brick talk
Broke niggas out here moving
Ass backwards crisscross
If I ain't really 'bout a bag then
How I make his bitch walk?
If I ain't really 'bout a bag then
How I make his bitch walk?