Sturdy30 Lyrics – Bizzy Banks
Singer: Bizzy Banks
Title: Sturdy30
Aight, talk your sh#t
Yo, it’s your f#cking boy
Sturdy Mr. Motherf#cking 30
You f#cking the streets up (Haha, yeah)
f#cking n#gg#s’ b#tches
f#cking n#gg#s’ wives (Hahaha)
Yo, listen man, we ain’t f#cking around man
We taking this sh#t, man, to a whole ‘nother f#cking level ma
We f#cking coming with the same f#cking energy man
All you lame #ss n#gg#s and lame #ss b#tches better tune the f#ck in tonight (Hahahaha, no cap)
We f#cking taking over the world
Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b#tch (Facts)
Then I take a piss
‘Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it’s lit
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid sh#t I did as a kid
Takin’ n#gg#s’ phones, robbin’ n#gg#s’ kicks
The ones who survived know I don’t miss
Bando, I’m two for two from the three
Caught a leg shot ’cause that boy speed
n#gg# got me booked talking to the dees
Moving P’s and Q’s moving on my Q’s and P’s
How you gon’ rap with a n#gg# like me?
How you gon’ cap to a n#gg# like me?
b#tch I’m really outside with the killers and the thieves
We really in the jungle, n#gg#s throwing up B’s
Late night in the summer we was throwing at the three
n#gg#s know where I be
n#gg#s always wanna talk, but they don’t want beef (What?)
Where you at? We could meet
You know I don’t kickbox (I don’t kickbox)
Luv got a .30, got a 16, so really that’s 46 shots
You know we making sh#t hot
Put a drum on a drum like we changing hip-hop
Bail out gang like we play with big knots
Brody get slimey like he a big snot
Before we go spin, let’s make a pit stop
They tried to tell a n#gg# change his flow (What?)
But n#gg# I made this sh#t, like
Boy I get paid for this sh#t
Boy I got fame for this sh#t, uh
Spittin’ that dangerous sh#t (Like)
‘Cause we really out flamin’ and sh#t
Tell them n#gg#s don’t play in this b#tch (At all)
Hundred shots, no aiming and sh#t
We made a name for this sh#t
I put the gang in this sh#t
You know what we claiming and sh#t
And I got the chain on my wrist
I got your b#tch in the whip
Just off the brain, she a ten
She moan my name when I’m in
They like, “Yo Skizzy, you always on some treesh shit”
Nah, I’m where the breesh is
Boy think it’s sweet, send rounds like it’s Reeses
Hollows hit his heart, spread around in pieces
Talkin’ like you God, send you up to Jesus
Put that on my nieces, mm (What?)
(Legs real gave my n#gg#s creases)
Look, off the wake up, gotta kiss my b#tch (Facts)
Then I take a piss
‘Fore I leave the house, gotta grab the blick
Call up Sturdy 30, tell him that it’s lit
Wanna live his life, gotta take a risk
All the stupid sh#t I did as a kid
Takin’ n#gg#s’ phones, robbin’ n#gg#s’ kicks
The ones who survived know I don’t miss
‘Cause that boy speed
On my Q’s and P’s, like
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