Blizzard ft. Lu Bandz Lyrics

Faking

Glah Glah

Hahaha

Fredo back in the booth man

You know the vibes gang

Its a little chilly in here though, hah

Glah Glah

Like, Glah

Heart cold, no feelings so I move like a blizzard

13 shots off tequila

I be loving the vibes I be loving the thriller

But I can't be stuck in my ways so I get to the racks I been getting my bands up

I'm about to dip off in a renty while I'm flipping this bag I'm linking Lu off the wake up

So I stay on my toes, ten toes

Make a move and I vanish

If you keep moving basic you outlandish

Get to the racks any means I'm a bandit

Why you faking all this love I can't stand it

Watch what you do faking love be on rampant

I saw a cute latina and I bagged it

Slim thick latina she love when I grab it

I be into that fast shit

120 on the belt, I cut it up like Hugh Jackman

The cops see me flexing and start flashing

The cops see me flexing and start roaring their sirens

In these streets it get messy I'm from New York we get benty all these niggas be moving like tyrants

Because in these streets it get hectic, you moving funny with no check-ins, you better move out in silence

Glah Glah

Joker to my left, Lu to my right

You know my brothers on timing

I walk with a step I be vibing

I walk with a step we be moving unconscious

And my niggas be itching to find shit

Itching to clap shit to stack up our pockets

And all my ooters I have options

Big B just stays in the cut like he Thompson

They like fredo moving crazy, and he really lazy

I don't care about the gossip

If you jump on my grind you better pay me, niggas not lazy

I be moving like Sonic

I just stay in my lane

Give me the bread not the fame I'm moving up like a rocket, phew

Like stop it

Excuses don't help you just focus and lock in

Just focus and lock in

Focus and lock in

Glah Glah like

Haha, Lu talk ya shit nigga

Haha, Glah

New money

If you comfortable being broke you a dummy

Wasn't there back when I was bummy

You know its rainy nigga never sunny, like

African boy but I'm from the towns

With some shooters that don't fuck around

And we started this shit from the ground

Niggas telling me they fuck with the sound

Said they ya mans but these niggas is faking

So when I say I don't fuck with many I ain't playing

Fredo on the gas nigga never breaking

And I feel like I'm obligated to go get me a bag

Chasing the racks like we was playing tag, gang

Hahaha

Focus up, get up off your ass

And I know how it feel when you down on your last

We was broke but we turned that frustration to cash

Speed in the whip 100 on the dash

D's on my body something like a rash

Forget about it throw it in the stash

That's how you run up some racks

Serving feens, I can bring it to you but just know Imma tax

Get on the beat I'm just telling the facts, like

Get on the beat I'm just telling the facts