Lil Blaisy - Jamal Lyrics

Give this bitch a tum then cum In her bum
Sippin on rum while your bitch Is giving me some
Some of that togue
Made these bands in the slum
Hard life cause the word nigga is Shun

Your bitch is is giving me some,
Some of that togue she likes to Have fun
You is dumb so you get the gun
Crip for life initiated at the age of One

Lil Gezza, Lil Blaisy, and Yung Polacc in the game
If your feeling Viscous boy we gone put your
Ass to shame
I'm rising up the charts I be Slowly getting fame
I be getting fame soon I will Never feel the same

Yung polacc, yeah you heard it That's my nick-name
I was broke with no ice on me Look what I became
When the boys in the studio we Always be spittin flames
Lil blaisy jumping people he Might catch a case

They always call me trash but You know it's kinda funny
They be broke on there ass when Im sending all my money
You Will never catch up to me Cause I'm always on the move
Kinda looking drippy I look flyer Than the moon
Flyer than the moon slowly Dancing in the moonlight
Zooming in the bands I be Scurting past the red light
Trying to improve myself give Me some insight
So much ice on me freezing Might catch frost-bite

Give this bitch a tum then cum In her bum
Sippin on rum while your bitch Is giving me some
Some of that tongue
Made these bands in the slum
Hard life cause the word nigga is Shun

Your bitch is is giving me some
Some of that togue she likes to Have fun
You is dumb so you get the gun
Crip for life initiated at the age of One

These diamonds on me I be Dripping like some dread locks
If you run up on me ima put you In a headlock
Ay
Yeah you know I got two twin Glocks
Call my boy Roddy over and he Will put you inside the box

You acting like you with it but You just a fake
I'll put you on a dinner plate and Serve you like a steak
You switched up on the gang Why you gotta be a snake
And now I'm running all these Bands everyday in a rafe

And we still up on that grind no We never resting
They just jealous cause I'm out Here and still flexing
And I don't care about the hate I Just be deflecting
And blax was featured on my Song for like 10 seconds
Ay
I Speaking facts now
50 in my pocket when we pull up To the trap house
Say another word and I will Really make you tap out
Not talking Simpson's why you Turn into a rat now

Give this bitch a tum then cum In her bum
Sippin on rum while your bitch Is giving me some
Some of that togue
Made the bands rapping in the Slum
Hard life cause the word nigga is Shun

Your bitch is is giving me some
Some of that togue she likes to Have fun
You is dumb so you get the gun
Crip for life initiated at the age of One

Yeah I learnt my rapping from My grandma
Now I'm f*cking in bitches in my Bandana
Go and rob some niggas up in Havana
Big dick energy radiating like Some gama

Now I take the mic from my Nigga Gezza
We Pull up to your block in a Tesla
Pull up on your block we aren't Afraid to test ya
Making all these bands I feel Blessed ya