Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loopy, artist - C BizDate of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |