Tizzy Stackz - Quitter lyrics

[Intro: Tizzy Stackz] Grr-rr-rrt Aye, aye, green light, gang To the FO, ni**a, you already know how we comin', gang [Chorus: Yung Lava] I be ballin' on them 6ixers 32 up in my clipper Give him shots, this ain't no liquor I might fu*k, but I don't tip her Houdini talkin', he just bitter Left the streets, boy he a quitter Only PK in my swisher Ballin' hard like Reggie Miller I be ballin' on them 6ixers 32 up in my clipper Give him shots, this ain't no liquor I might fu*k but I don't tip her Houdini talkin', he just bitter Left the streets, boy he a quitter Only PK in my swisher Ballin' hard like Reggie Miller [Verse 1: Yung Lava] Give me bands, I'll make 'еm bigger These shots ain't for your livеr We pull up like we deliver Glizzy shakin' like a stripper Shorty rocking with a winner She gon' eat me up for dinner Ass was fat, I had to bend her She love mine, I make her wetter These ni**as really wanna be me Might pop up, and lift his beanie Wipe him down, he looking freezie Or I'll up it on a GG Heard them sayin' they gon' kill me I was trappin', moving silly I'm a stepper, word to Illy Run him down like him dilly We was trappin' out the billy Turn a condo to a telly They want beef, we bought a deli I'm the sh*t, what can you tell me? Keep on knockin' till it's empty Two-door skating on parely's I was lost up in the Bentley Cold heart nights up with my celly [Chorus: Yung Lava & Tizzy Stackz] I be ballin' on them 6ixers 32 up in my clipper (32 up in my clipper) Give him shots, this ain't no liquor (Ain't no liquor) I might fu*k but I don't tip her (Nah) Houdini talkin', he just bitter Left the streets, boy he a quitter Only PK in my swisher Ballin' hard like Reggie Miller I be ballin' on them 6ixers .32 up in my clipper Give him shots, this ain't no liquor I might fu*k but I don't tip her Houdini talkin', he just bitter Left the streets, boy he a quitter Only PK in my swisher (Aye, aye) Ballin' hard like Reggie Miller (Gang!) [Verse 2: Tizzy Stackz] I'ma up it on 'em GG (Grr-rt!) Any boy that think he keyzie (Nah) fu*k the 'net, like come and see me Front his crib, I do him neatly (Bang) Hollows hit him up in 3D (In 3D) Run the opps straight out the city (Out the city) ni**as know that we get litty (Get lit) Ain't nobody fu*kin' with me He ain't with it, yeah, I know (I know) He only demon through the iPhone (Goofy) Kill switch got his eyes closed Now he beg the Lord, yeah John O, aye Think he slide, and get a wipe nose, aye We ain't shootin' at no ten toes, aye (Nah) Head taps for his mental (Bang) Yeah these ripped tips detrimental [Chorus: Yung Lava] I be ballin' on them 6ixers 32 up in my clipper Give him shots, this ain't no liquor I might fu*k, but I don't tip her Houdini talkin', he just bitter Left the streets, boy he a quitter Only PK in my swisher Ballin' hard like Reggie Miller I be ballin' on them 6ixers 32 up in my clipper Give him shots, this ain't no liquor I might fu*k but I don't tip her Houdini talkin', he just bitter Left the streets, boy he a quitter Only PK in my swisher Ballin' hard like Reggie Miller