Bizzy Banks – Driftin’ Lyrics

Bizzy Banks Same Energy Album Lyrics

Bizzy Banks Same Energy Album Lyrics

Bizzy Banks Driftin Lyrics, Driftin Lyrics by Bizzy Banks

Bitch
What’s a fast car? (Luca on the track)
Never mind, forget it (Aye Nxrre)
Really gon’ bend it whenever
Get money
I got the GLA switching lanes
Bizzy
That structure, look

Hop in that car, driftin’ (Skrrt)
We see an opp, lift ’em, uh (Shh)
I put them Structure niggas on your block
Tryna act big, treat ’em like Pac
Send him to the lord, send ’em to the docs, like, uh, look (Glah glah boom, glah glah)

I hear they jackin’ StructureK, uh
R.I.P. Blaze, bitch we EBK, fuck we feel a way
Still bending blocks everyday
If he jacking *** that’s a DOA
Did a hit, but they ain’t countin’ that
How he jackin’ gang when that boy a rat?
Left chills, I ain’t goin’ back
But I keep a .9 ’cause I can’t lack (At all)
Momma love, ain’t having that
Rather me in jail, not up in a pack
If I’m in the front, Leeky in the back
Twistin’ up my fingers ’cause we really nack
Bitch you know my body, yeah we two straps
Dissing on these beats, but they know where we at, like, uh
She tryna fuck, but I dubbed it
I tell that bitch she can’t kiss me in public
How you in love with a bitch that I’m fucking?
She speed up on spits when I tell her I’m cumming, like, look
They know my body, I came up from nothing
JayyK RJ ’cause the way he be drumming
I bet they pussy, I swear they be running, like, uh
He turn nothing to something ’cause that nigga frontin’
We see an opp, ain’t no talking, discussion
We just get to bussin’, bitch that’s Ruger concussions, like, uh
.30s on .30s, we get ’em like nothing
I swear it’s cumming like water or somethin’
I’m getting bored, need a daughter or somethin’, uh
Used to watch them eat, they ain’t order me nothin’
If I go broke, then it’s right back to hustlin’
But you know me, I gotta keep it coming, like, look
In other words, put the burner to something
Hope these niggas ain’t signing for nothing
Rap money ain’t the reason I’m stunting, like

Hop in that car, driftin’ (Skrrt)
We see an opp, lift ’em, uh (Shh)
I put them Structure niggas on your block
Tryna act big, treat ’em like Pac
Send him to the lord, send ’em to the docs, like, uh, look (Glah glah boom, glah glah)

Written by; Bizzy Banks
Album/EP; Same Energy