Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bazerrk, artist - 600Breezy.
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Song language: English
Bazerrk |
I say, this shit sound berserk |
This shit sound berserk, nigga |
I say, this shit sound berserk |
I say, this shit sound berserk |
I say I make so many dollars, I ain’t gotta have no sense |
Niggas think they seen a ghost cause I’m back out here on the 6 |
Chopper right here on my side, I think it stand about 5'6 |
It’s just me, Nutso, and Forch, they pulled up on me with 5 sticks |
We don’t ride in no fishbowl cause everything gotta have tint |
Cause per person there’s a pole and we be smoking out the zip |
3 years old, your momma’s salary, I dropped it on my wrist |
I’m extravagant unlike you, I spent 3 bands on all my kicks |
Open tops just like a zit, .40 got a lot of kick |
Out in California, Vegas, I take the tops off all my whips |
Niggas sharing hotel rooms, ain’t got no guap to get a crib |
Your bitch just saw me in the club, she was drooling, get her a beer |
Like a weave, these clips extend |
Hollows break your fuckin' rib |
You wore that shirt so many times, it’s out of whack, it’s lookin' thin |
Baby mommas hate my guts, but yeah I still take care of my kids |
They disrespect me on the net, I split her boyfriend’s fuckin' wig |
You can smell me, I’m the shit |
Out of a jail, I’m kind of thick |
A nigga working with the police, he look just like Porky Pig |
There’s a couple hoes who pussy I’ll never ever lick |
But name a bitch who ever seen me with that dick and let me hit |
Baby, I’m just saying |
Breezo, bitch I got them bands |
He ain’t really got no money, girl, that nigga was just playing |
Need some flavor cause you bland, burner on me, give a tan |
Release Hoodo, he move grams |
I’m dressed up, real spic and span |
Bitch, I go berserk |
Bitch, I go berserk |
I say, this shit sound berserk |
I say, this shit sound berserk |
I got 3 plugs that’s out in Cali, and you still be smoking dirt |
I’m too rich to kill a nigga, so my homie put in work |
I’m with 90, he a trapper, he just pulled up with the work |
If y’all wanna act like bitches, we’ll come pull up your skirt |
This shit sound berserk, AR flip a fuckin' vert |
Gas the whip up just to skrrt |
Vision blurred, I’m off a perc |
Got more money than your father, when you see me call me sir |
Got my hands all on your bitch, I’m 'bout to make that pussy purr |
Baby girl, come here |
For this dick, you must prepare |
She in love, look at her stare |
Gripping ass and pulling hair |
Off these pills, this shit not fair |
My head back, I’m in the air |
I’d eat pussy through the hair |
Chew that thing up just like «grrr» |
I am just a dog, no I do not care at all |
She made me go grab some condoms, but I still slid in it raw |
Brush my back up with your crawls |
Like Lil Lonzo, I just ball |
Smoking thoink in foreign cars |
Killing tracks, this shit is law |
I be with the shits, your girlfriend be on my dick |
Niggas hate me like I’m Chris, I don’t know that you exist |
Diamonds on my neck and fist, make these mothafuckers sick |
And I make so many dollars, I ain’t gotta have no sense |
This shit go berserk |
I say, this shit sound berserk |
I say, this shit sound berserk |
I say, Breezo go berserk |
(Breezo go berserk, bitch I’m back out here) |