Eight Lyrics

Blizzy gang

Long live blizzy baby

Big trap

Yeah yeah

Lets go lets go

Uh

I'm with oc we smoke out the p

Put a price on that boy we put him in a sheet

Nigga robbed my lil cuz guess he mad bout that two three

You can get two for the three bitch I feel like i'm migo lee

Try to jump in this water you drowned in this sea

Bitch I came in this bitch with two sticks like i'm chinese

I got my own label bitch don't try to sign me

Shoot at the crowd niggas hitting the high knee

I be really outside how the fuck they can't find me

Cuzzo got him a drac he don't fuck with them ap's

I just hit me a lick I just came up with eight p's

In a free car spinning we got us like eight keys

Only three people but with all these irons we like eight deep

We don't shoot out the car we hop out on feet

Get up with my op know it's mission complete

Get up with my op do him dirty

Send him up he a birdy

If I go on that block ima drop like thirty

I'm the reason you niggas be worried

Put holes in your body no jersey

Give a fuck bout the time we pop out off the early

He was lacking right there and get left on the curb

I don't fuck with the rocks I be selling the urbs

I don't fuck with these bitch ass niggas man these niggas be scared

Let my young nigga get him it's a price on his head

He be geeking he said he see all red

In the trap we got choppers and glocks with all legs

Got a beam on my glock put that bitch on your forehead

We be toting them glocks we ain't toting no sigs

When you shot your shit jammed cause you ain't have a glock clip

I keep getting the drop cause i'm fucking a op bitch

I be fucking her good got that bitch on some op shit bitch

Uh

I'm with oc we smoke out the p

Put a price on that boy we put him in a sheet

Nigga robbed my lil cuz guess he mad bout that two three

You can get two for the three bitch I feel like i'm migo lee

Try to jump in this water you drowned in this sea

Bitch I came in this bitch with two sticks like i'm chinese

I got my own label bitch don't try to sign me

Shoot at the crowd niggas hitting the high knee

I be really outside how the fuck they can't find me

Cuzzo got him a drac he don't fuck with them ap's

I just hit me a lick I just came up with eight p's

In a free car spinning we got us like eight keys

Only three people but with all these irons we like eight deep

We don't shoot out the car we hop out on feet

Get up with my op know it's mission complete

Big trap money i'm big homie

Know I keep that shit on me

I still thug it out all alone

I made a way on my own

Now they calling my phone

They ain't know me before I was on

Gotta watch how I move

I know they want me to lose

Know they really wann walk in my shoes

Wanna do what I do

The life that i'm living ain't cool

You would do better if your ass knew what you knew

In the trap serving one not the two

And it's blizzy gang baby we do it for cuz

Ima step on a op like a rug

We don't diss on the ops we go thru and we get it in blood

Make it rain with them choppers we started a flood

Really got this shit straight out the mud

Fuck these bitches ain't showing no love

I'm still in the trap with the roaches and water bugs

I been on my shit since a jit

The ops keep hiding they nicked

They know we gon come on their block with that fat shit

Put that smoke in the air nigga who wanna match it

How the fuck that's your dawg and he be on that hot shit

I'm only with certified steppers

If you need you some work come to trap money records

You know for my brothers i'm stepping

I'm a demon by heart ima reverend

Long live blizzy man they took a legend

Uh

I'm with oc we smoke out the p

Put a price on that boy we put him in a sheet

Nigga robbed my lil cuz guess he mad bout that two three

You can get two for the three bitch I feel like i'm migo lee

Try to jump in this water you drowned in this sea

Bitch I came in this bitch with two sticks like i'm chinese

I got my own label bitch don't try to sign me

Shoot at the crowd niggas hitting the high knee

I be really outside how the fuck they can't find me

Cuzzo got him a drac he don't fuck with them ap's

I just hit me a lick I just came up with eight p's

In a free car spinning we got us like eight keys

Only three people but with all these irons we like eight deep

We don't shoot out the car we hop out on feet

Get up with my op know it's mission complete