Phuzz - Wit It
I'm 30,000 miles in the airI know that pack gon meet me when I get there
Just sent a box on the plane and I'm flyin right wit it
When I'm back in the city
Buss down on the digi
He asking for work
But he acting all fidgety
If I find out you plottin
Walk down wit the glizzy
If I find out his spot
Spin his block
Make him dizzy
17 In my pocket
The trunk got the 50
He pull up to cop and I bring it all wit me
Keep the 20s and 10s I like 100s and 50s
Got a few bands in the cash app
I trap off da iPhone
Took a flight in the mornin
I switched up the timezones
When i thumb through these bands
I can see it her mind blown
He borrow the bag
He flexin dem rhinestones
We went to shopping at Lenox
She wanted a Fendi
I wanted Givenchy
We bought it no renting
We pull up in Benzees
Thumbin blue benjis
Just hopped out the trap
Got the Molly and Lindsey
I thank the Lord today
(I thank the Lord today)
He blessed my first 448
(He blessed my first 448)
I can't afford to wait
I'm stackin up racks more and more everyday
George Foreman heavyweight
(We got that heavy weight)
My shipment never late
(My shipment never)
It touchdown we celebrate
(We rich forever)
Servin your block wit this pack from da Bay
Just sent a box on the plane and I'm flyin right wit it
When I'm back in the city
Buss down on the digi
He asking for work
But he acting all fidgety
If I find out you plottin
Walk down wit the glizzy
If I find out his spot
Spin his block
Make him dizzy
17 In my pocket
The trunk got the 50
He pull up to cop and I bring it all wit me
Keep the 20s and 10s I like 100s and 50s
I'm sellin weight like the Gold's Gym
Bench wit the fo fif
Grants and the Franklins
I look weird wit these old men
I pulled out the pole and like Disney he Frozen
How you get caught loafin
When you the one approached me
He keep on thinking he Tony or Sosa
Get his block blowed up
We wipe his nose up
Smoke him like Doja
Put him on posters
Takin his thot
And I'm beatin her throat up
She give me loose neck
Mrs Incredible
Thuggin this bitty top floor of the W
It's quarantine
We on top of the covers too
I seen you lookin too hard
Now what's up wit you
She said she like I don't do what the others do
I said I like when you don't get too comfortable
Please back up
I need space when I'm thumbin through
You seeing all that i do
It should humble you
Just sent a box on the plane and I'm flyin right wit it
When I'm back in the city
Buss down on the digi
He asking for work
But he acting all fidgety
If I find out you plottin
Walk down wit the glizzy
If I find out his spot
Spin his block
Make him dizzy
17 In my pocket
The trunk got the 50
He pull up to cop and I bring it all wit me
Keep the 20s and 10s I like 100s and 50s
Written by:
TaVon Francis
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