Loopy - C Biz

Niggas keep talking 'bout hitters 'til I put them on the hit list

All you bitch niggas, I’ma put your names down on my bitch list

You don’t want smoke little nigga, trust, you don’t wanna hit this

Begging for your breath, that be number one on your wish list

Walked in the room, I was rocking Gianni Versace

I’m the sensei, you niggas should call me Sir Bizzy Miyake

I’ve got niggas from North that pull up on black Kawasaki’s

I’ve got baddies from South that pull up with two other baddies

Came in the game, I’ve been giving them nothing but pain

I’ve been getting money from a youngen so stay out my lane

Independent, no deal, ain’t signing for no little change

Ooh, 300 thou', I’ll spend it all in a day

Everything real, over here nothing ain’t fake

When you talking 'bout Biz, you niggas best measure by weight

jungle, I grew up with lions and snakes

Sixteen, I was whipping up cakes

Biz, I’m smoking, I’m high

Tell your bitch that my jewellery said hi

It reminds her of Dancing on Ice

She was thinking of me in Dubai

On my life she’s been telling you lies

When she post up your pictures, I like

Like, you know the vibes

I’m too hot, think I might be on fire

And my trappers they don’t sleep at night

Virgil Abloh the way they off white

I’m from the South

All my niggas got ice in their mouth

Getting money, that’s what I’m about

I’m a dog, I don’t fuck with a mouse

I’m ahead of these niggas by miles

Chasing money, you’re chasing the clout

I’ve been giving these niggas a fright

So I’m keeping my hitters on sight

Tell my akhi to roll with the sick

If you’re tripping, we’re splitting your wig

All my diamonds, they come from Kuwait

I’ve got niggas from there and we’re straight

I drink Henny, I don’t fuck with molly

I might roll up with thirty Somalis

Yeah they’re loopy, they roll with the shottys

Took your ride, weren’t catching nobody

I’m not taking the blame, I’m sorry

these niggas was shooters

Free my niggas in jail in Bermuda

And my nigga Meeko, he’s a trooper

Hold it down all the way, I salute you

I’ve got teeth that can fit in the Ruger

Spend a rack on my jeans, they

Christian Loubs on my feet, Bloody Mary

And the reason I don’t fuck with rappers

'Cause they all run around like they’re slappers

Yeah they’re jumping from niggas to niggas

Telling all of their problems to bitches

Give a fuck 'cause I’m minding my business

Getting head while I’m counting my riches

Too legit to quit

Automatic, my car and my stick

Niggas know that I’m taking the piss

I might even pull up with your bitch

I’m the hardest, I don’t give a shit

Every case that I catch is dismissed