DIZZY! Lyrics

Aye yo Trey

Aye there he go Trey get that stick There he go right there

Aye y'all get on point

Cuz get on point there he go

Time to spin

Hop out spinning til I'm dizzy

Hop out spinning til I'm dizzy Get up with me

I came in with Trizzy Don't play get you gone

I walked in with 30 Play and we gon swing that fucking chrome

You need to get your hoe up out my phone Cuz she won't leave me alone

I just had to fill myself with za And make a fucking song

Every time I pop out they be watching With their camera phone

They know VB rock out every time He catch them cameras on

Rock out for that camera

Thick lil bitch Fell in love with a dancer

She ate it sloppy Not having no manners

Last nigga played with the gang Had to Blam him

Blast off take off Tryna go elevate

Bitch I'm not tripping on you I'm not Ella Mai

Glock got a beam and it blast You like anime

I cannot stop til my fam And my mama straight

Tryna make sure everyone's smooth

Remember them nights all alone in my room

Think about taking I'm working my move

Stay with the stick everyday like a broom

Stay with the stick everyday like a broom

Me and my members we're down to go sweep

Leave his shit stank when that boy heard the boom

Feel like D-Wade imma stay with the Heat

Leave his shit splat Pull up then we taking that

Intercept the pack and then We had to run it back

And I came in stepping with my Members blow you like some thrax

Didn't mean to rob you for your bitch Boy you can have her back

Pop out fresh as fuck I'm mobbin Came in with my dawgs

Every time I hit your bitch right From the back I break her walls

Oh my god I cannot stop I walk your bitch just like a dog

Know some niggas having motion Pulling scams and doing fraud

Know some scammers in Atlanta And that stick stay on their side

If you don't got no fye You can't get in this ride

I ride for my brothers They wrong or they right

How the fuck you switch on gang? I don't know that shit ain't me

You better stay up in your lane All us know you're really sweet

I don't know what's going on All these plays stuck in my phone

In my bag I'm in my zone Your bitch just asked what I got on

I rock Bacarrat that's my cologne

Boy you down bad need to get you a loan

When I pop out imma put that shit on

Your bitch a fan wanna twerk to my song

Instagrammers only shooting When they're taking pics

Imma get this money everyday And imma pop my shit

I pop out at the stu I came with cuz And he gon swing that stick

It's a splash like Steph and Klay when we go slide

Cause we ain't missing shit