Drizzy's Dead (BBL Drizzy) Lyrics

(Zooka)

(Bitch)

(Bitch)

(B.B.L.)

(Drizzy)

(No, oh, let's go, let's go, let's go)

(Let's go, let's go, let's)

(Let's, let's go)

She a bad bitch like Drizzy, B.B.L. Drizzy

You're the one with fake abs

You should drop and give me 50

D-d-drop and give me 50 (bitch)

Drop and give me 50 (ooh)

Drop and give me 50

Drop and- nope matter fact, bitch

Never drop again

Until you drop dead

I admit that I got vices

Shit, right now I'm high again

But if you lyin' on them allegations

Turn yourself in

You gon' finally feel again

I've heard that money numbs things

Probably ain't even aware that we still out here strugglin'

Someone hide the kids

I heard that you been snuggling (ew)

Hide your kids, hide your family, hide your wife

I've never understood that phrase

(Never understood that phrase)

We should probably hide the guy that leaked his meat online to minors

Two different kinds of bitches

You a fuckboy pedophile

Meanwhile I'm afraid of spiders

Zooka blowin' up and you should be retired

I brought the fire

You goin' out a liar

You showin' out your prime

K.Dot keepin' us inspired

Keepin' up the violence and keepin' up the fire

You got a crew of writers

But are they really riders

He ain't need a writer and I ain't even write this

Nope, but it's mine, it's a freestyle

Do it ten times off the top and they all hits

Only in the underground

That mean they small hits

Talking still

But we might as well not acknowledge

No, don't acknowledge him

Don't acknowledge him

Don't acknowledge

Don't acknowledge

Don't acknowledge him

Someone tell Toronto what he's done inside their city

They gon' probably flip the fuckie out and promptly kick his dumpie out

He a superstar, it's God's plan

He's gotta be the best, little

Bitch, he a hitmaker

Probably had X killed

Switch it up now

Yeah, you should really give it up now

To tell the truth I don't give a fuck about you

Only made this song to show Metro I could make it boom

That's enough about you, uh

Let's talk about Zooka

Chilling on the sofa

Couldn't give two fucks, oh

Well that's what you'd think if you saw me there, I

Bet you wouldn't blink if you saw me there right

Now I'm going up

Put the work in tryna change that

Dropping songs I don't ask for change

Just asking that you play that

Bang that

B-b-bang that, play that

Bang that, play that

Bang that

Bang that

B-b-bang that, play that

Bang that, play that

Fake out, ain't that crazy

Brought the beat back bangin'

It was over but I'm gluttonous

I ain't just tryna taste it

I got Metro on the beat

And I ain't tryna fuckin' waste it

I'm high and fuckin' wasted

I'm flying on a spaceship

Tryna find a way off the pavement

Since grade six

Staring at my DAW all day

I know I need some LASIK

Know I need some patience

But fuck that shit, I hate it

Yeah, I hate it

Hate it, hate it

Go ahead and sit down

Let's debate it

Time is like the beat

I ain't- I aint tryna waste it

How you leak the glizzy on purpose

Carried by a Twizzy

Carried by a Twizzy

Oh, Drizzy

How you leak the glizzy on purpose

Carried by a Twizzy, no bullshit

(No bullshit)

Drizzy's dead

Drizzy's dead

Drizzy's dead

Drizzy's dead

Drizzy's dead, dead, dead

Drizzy's dead

Drizzy's dead

Drizzy's dead, dead, dead

Drizzy's dead, dead, dead

No more Drizzy

No more Drizzy, no more

No more Drizzy