Bizzy Banks
Beatbox Freestyle
[Intro]
Damn E
Grrah, grrah, boom, grrah, grrah
Damn, E, this shit, exclusive
Bitch
Uh, knock his, [?] off
I wasn't even gonna do this shit
Hold up [?], call up [?], look

[Verse]
She told me to sixty-nine, but I don't snitch and eat box
Shorty giving top, sound like a beatbox (Top)
I keep a G locked, only shoot for treetop (Top)
Bitch, I made, like, 50K just off of re-rock (Look)
Let's spin an opp block, tryna see where n***as at
Might as well call me shh 'cause, bitch, I really black (Ha)
I don't talk up on the net 'cause that shit really whack (Whack)
I ain't gon' front, they sent some shots, but we gon' send 'em back (Grra, grra, grra)
They movin' hot-hot, all you hear is grra-grra
Oh she a opp thot, she can't chill on my sides (At all)
Call up my hitters from the rock 'cause we got mob ties
Like who thе fuck is you? Better watch who you talking to (Bitch)
Uh, we'll clеar the room, please don't get me in a mood, look
I just play it smooth 'cause I know I keep a tool
I'm rocking Off-White, but shorty say I'm actin' rude
And if it's on sight, just know that we liftin' you
No we don't politic, we keep a lotta sticks
She's on my dick, when she kiss it, she polish it (Facts)
She said she like when I go in and out of it
I came a long way from drinkin' and robbin' shit (Where?)
Ain't that astonishin', I was just hanging with killers and narcissists
We get it shakin' like this, shit got Parkinson's
I ain't gone bluff, see a opp and we sparkin' him
Grra-grra-grra, uh
Bitch, I'm the one and only
We can't catch the rapper, we clap his homie
His bitch on my dick 'cause she see the Rollie
She ridin' my dick like this shit a stolie (What?)
Tell them n***as don't play 'fore we lift 'em up
Give a n***a the beats, he like, "What the fuck?" (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
I was just on that block punchin' pieces up
I was lit with the shits, I ain't D-in' up
You know Zelle and West, he was freein' up (Facts)
While the oppers be talkin', we T-in' up (Facts)
N***as say they outside, we ain't seein' 'em
For real
I don't want your bitch 'cause she hella dusty
I know I look cute, but I make shit get ugly
She said I'm little, but still wanna fuck me
Baby, I'm grown, you can come touch me (Like)
She wanna party, get lit in the 'Yams
She tryna fuck me I'm bringin' my mans (Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold up)
We make it hot, n***a, come get a tan (Hold up)
She telling me follow her back on the Gram (Grra, grra, grra)
She on my dick 'cause she heard Extra Sturdy
She yellin' out "Leva got him a 30"
I don't take Xans, baby, only take yerkies
Come in the back, you know you can slurp me
Off of this Percie, what you wanna do? (Mm)
Uh-hm-mhm, we go to the zoo (Haha)
Mm-hm-mm, huh-uh, (Haha)
[Outro]
Keep that (Keep that shit)
Hahahaha, that was mad funny, that ending