Lyrics Loopy - C Biz

Loopy

Niggas keep talking 'bout hitters 'til I put them on the hit list
All you bitch niggas, I’ma put your names down on my bitch list
You don’t want smoke little nigga, trust, you don’t wanna hit this
Begging for your breath, that be number one on your wish list
Walked in the room, I was rocking Gianni Versace
I’m the sensei, you niggas should call me Sir Bizzy Miyake
I’ve got niggas from North that pull up on black Kawasaki’s
I’ve got baddies from South that pull up with two other baddies
Came in the game, I’ve been giving them nothing but pain
I’ve been getting money from a youngen so stay out my lane
Independent, no deal, ain’t signing for no little change
Ooh, 300 thou', I’ll spend it all in a day
Everything real, over here nothing ain’t fake
When you talking 'bout Biz, you niggas best measure by weight
jungle, I grew up with lions and snakes
Sixteen, I was whipping up cakes
Biz, I’m smoking, I’m high
Tell your bitch that my jewellery said hi
It reminds her of Dancing on Ice
She was thinking of me in Dubai
On my life she’s been telling you lies
When she post up your pictures, I like
Like, you know the vibes
I’m too hot, think I might be on fire
And my trappers they don’t sleep at night
Virgil Abloh the way they off white
I’m from the South
All my niggas got ice in their mouth
Getting money, that’s what I’m about
I’m a dog, I don’t fuck with a mouse
I’m ahead of these niggas by miles
Chasing money, you’re chasing the clout
I’ve been giving these niggas a fright
So I’m keeping my hitters on sight
Tell my akhi to roll with the sick
If you’re tripping, we’re splitting your wig
All my diamonds, they come from Kuwait
I’ve got niggas from there and we’re straight
I drink Henny, I don’t fuck with molly
I might roll up with thirty Somalis
Yeah they’re loopy, they roll with the shottys
Took your ride, weren’t catching nobody
I’m not taking the blame, I’m sorry
these niggas was shooters
Free my niggas in jail in Bermuda
And my nigga Meeko, he’s a trooper
Hold it down all the way, I salute you
I’ve got teeth that can fit in the Ruger
Spend a rack on my jeans, they
Christian Loubs on my feet, Bloody Mary
And the reason I don’t fuck with rappers
'Cause they all run around like they’re slappers
Yeah they’re jumping from niggas to niggas
Telling all of their problems to bitches
Give a fuck 'cause I’m minding my business
Getting head while I’m counting my riches
Too legit to quit
Automatic, my car and my stick
Niggas know that I’m taking the piss
I might even pull up with your bitch
I’m the hardest, I don’t give a shit
Every case that I catch is dismissed