BizzWho - On Purpose

First ima run up a check
Then ima call up a freak
Then she gon roll up a jet
Its poppin as soon as we meet
She say im stuck in my ways
You hit it right on the dot
Im a savage I'm ready I told my grand mama don't pray for me pray for my opps
I don't do all that talking im trana get to it
Never met P but I know I'm the truest
Yo lil hoe keep on hittin me up
I aint messing with her cuz her pussy on sewage
I been through it all I gotta stay humble
Played in the jungle im ready to rumble
When they want a hit im who they call
They give you the ball you gon fuck round and fumble
Tried to show people how they can be boss
Why do I feel like theyd rather be workers
Gotta be careful who you take a shit on
Cuz the manager might be yo server
Im popping off like we in july
That's how it look with the smoke in the sky
Puffin on this puffing on that
This shit give me wings I think I can fly
Smoke comin out my nose
Four fifth on side for the foes
Got plans on plans for the bands on bands run it up get paid get more
Aye she a big big freak
But she just wana get chose
Cant trust too much gotta move real quick when you up gotta stay on yo toes
Mobbing dipping and swerving gotta be cautious when you be servin
Ain't none of this happen on accident you know that I did it on purpose
Got some goons in the building hope you acting right
Better keep it coo we ain't packing light
Im blaming the liq im blaming the pack
Im outa my mind don't know how to act
She say I'm too short I tell her don't worry
Ya turn out the lights I turn into shaq
Then I was in it Like I'm a tenant
Now she be hanging with me like im a pendant
Bizzle man come with the sauce
She know im the truth in the kitchen as soon as I whip it
Game time and im putting up wins
This vision on a whole other lens
All white party ima show up in all black Like I'm Travis O'Guin
Ex calling I don't wana be friends
Small circle you could neva get in
Short fuse for the bullshit
Been a real hitter every since I was ten
Shake sum pop sum
Take it the the flo then drop sum
Pull up on the set like what
They was hatin on bizz but you know they aint stop nothing
I gotta move with the stick
Look how she movin she thick
She got me thinkin and wondering
What what can she do on the
Smoke comin out my nose
Four fifth on side for the foes
Got plans on plans for the bands on bands run it up get paid get more
Aye she a big big freak
But she just wana get chose
Cant trust too much gotta move real quick when you up gotta stay on yo toes
Mobbing dipping and swerving gotta be cautious when you be servin
Ain't none of this happen on accident you know that I did it on purpose
Got some goons in the building hope you acting right
Better keep it coo we ain't packing light

Written by:
Brandon Evans

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