Bizzy Banks - Bandemic lyrics

[Intro] Grah, grah, boom (A Lau on the beat) Get Money Bizzy, uh, look [Verse 1] Still up on the block (Still up on the what?) Still got thirty shots, still got hella knots They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah) Uh, still'll bend a block, still'll make it hot This sh*t ain't gon' stop (Facts) Uh, fu*k on any thot They let my shooter out the box Yeah, you know Molly on the rock (What? Uh) These ni**as know we don't play This sh*t no rap money This designer weed and a bunch of SBAs This be that trap money, get you slapped money Got your b*tch all in my face (Woo) I'm just stuck up in my ways Wearing Gucci like it's J's We ain't get no lemonade I got shooters with me on court Shootin' like they be up in the A ni**as with me wanted to be ball players Now they rapping every day Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze) Now my spliff full of dead ni**as Leeky gon' smoke 'em to the face Just a wild ni**a with some money now Do a hit up out the Wraith Uh, sticks, we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them) Ah, ah, yeah, that's cuz and them Who them ni**as? We don't fu*k with them He jacking what? He a double ten [Chorus] We done spinned and did a bunch of sh*t I can never say what's up to them All the opp ni**as, su*k a dick b*tch, we still getting money Hella waves in this bandemic Amiri sagging with some bands in it Shorty trying to put her hands in it [Verse 2] Glock on me, got a stance with it Uh, so you know I can't dance Dior shipment, got it coming from France She wanna fu*k but she don't got a chance, like Uh, I see these ni**as tryna copy waves You will get boxed for tryna come and fade We call up Bite to get you out the way He might say a joke, but he ain't tryna play, like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah) [Chorus] We done spinned and did a bunch of sh*t I can never say what's up to them All the opp ni**as, su*k a dick b*tch, we still getting money Hella waves in this bandemic Amiri sagging with some bands in it Shorty tryna put her hands in it