PITZ ft. GobrazyyT1NO Lyrics

(Bitch)

(Aye, aye Gobrazyy)

(Yah)

(Aye, gobrazyy)

(Aye)

Staying smart I'm in the game I'm running shit just like Lamar (yeah)

As I grew up G-ma always told me I'll be a star (aye no frl)

Imma touch a milly one day I know imma make it far (yeah, yeah)

Big chops at the spot Glocks and 9's in the car (ba, ba)

So I pick n choose which one I carry on me

I'm still focused on the money I'm still sliding for the homies

Imma do dat shot forever cuz they never left me lonely

Y'all can count me out but imma get a bag and that's on Brodie nem aye

They call me roski I ain't tripping bout a bitch

I hate all the rats just ask BigNoe he kno I'll never snitch

Got the glocky on me empty out in seconds with the switch

Why he think dat he a threat he make a move I'm not gon flinch

Like I'm kobe

Big bra said he want dat presidential Rollie

Got the duece duece in the back so please don't try to run up on me

I hate Niggas who he faking for these bitches u gon blow me

Was the youngest in the family auntie call me Rollie pollie

Fuck the opps doin again kno we gotta double back

I send tino on the blitz I kno he gon secure the sack

And all the shit I say be true

All the shit I say be facts

Up the Glock click clack now we ready for attach's

I'm just tryna get some pape

All the love they show be fake

To this day I'm out the way a Nigga just tryna be great

Fuck with the gang it's up and stuck and now yo dumbass can't escape

Gen five, tae gone up that bitch u better run away

Bitch I pull up like osama I pull up and bomb that bitch(skrrt)(boom)

All my fans be in my dms like big tino drop that shit

I Would advise Niggas to shut up fore they fucking make my list

Two fifty plus and bitch I'm masked up a linemen on a hit

Must ain't heard we handle business we get locked and loaded quick

One false move we whack the witness I can't put up wit no snitch

In the game lil bitch I'm starting I can't sit down on no bench

My closet got a temper tantrum shit just keep on throwing fits

Niggas faking for a name C.U.T shit not a game (BOP)

Selling 8balls to my doeboyz I feel like my name is flame (trap trap)

Grab a white tee and a marker put my opps down in a grave

A new chopper on my roster shoot dis bitch no fadeaway GANG

(Gobrazyy

Aye, aye, aye

Gobrazyy)