Standin on Biz lyrics

[Intro: Foolio, Wam SpinThaBin & La Cracka]
1646 brick baby
Kuttf*ck n*gga, double M sh*t, n*gga, you trippin', f*ck n*gga, La Cracka
Gang, long live Bibby
(Kutoff, you be spazzin' on them hoes)
La Cracka in this b*tch
Shootin' sh*t for Wiz, man
(Ooh, it's Wavy808)
Tuck your chain and then run
Gang, 6
Grrah
Handin' out all the smoke, n*gga, 2022, n*gga, duck your sh*t, tuck your chain, n*gga
You f*ck n*ggas just be rappin', f*ck 'em
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: Foolio]
I'm spinnin' for Wiz
When I'm down south, I be with lil' Wam, he standin' on biz' (Wam)
Let's get it in
One call, I can call Crack and jit gon' come and he spin (Crack)
Chasin' this loot
n*ggas be scared than a b*tch when they see me hang out that roof (Rrrah, rrrah)
Say he killin', that's cute
You gon' be the next opp n*gga that's stepped on under my boot (6)

[Verse 2: Wam SpinThaBin]
It was just me and lil' Wiz two deep, tryna get us a score (Knock off a hat)
n*gga just flipped they dog, he a pack, tell a n*gga get back (Tell a n*gga get back)
n*ggas be swearin' they opps, f*ck boy, just know how to rap (Just know how to rap)
Wait 'til I catch me a n*gga, leave f*ck n*gga face in his lap (Face in his lap)
Long live all my n*ggas, I do it for Wiz, this sh*t on my back
I got more bodies than Boosie (Boosie), ain't doin' no hidin', n*ggas know where I'm at
b*tch, I've been in the field (In the field), 2016 tryna get me a hat
Long live all my n*ggas, long live Wiz, bet a n*gga get back
[Verse 3: La Cracka]
n*gga, I don't wanna rap
All that talkin' you doin', pop out where you at (Where you at?)
We got choppers and MACs (Huh?)
Free KShordy, 'bout him, you get shot in your back (Free Shordy)
Jump out of that splat
Boy, don't run, make it worse, you get hit in your back (Brr)
f*ck n*gga, it's that
Beat that block with my brother, they call me lil' Crack

[Verse 4: Foolio]
I'm in the booth with an ARP (With an ARP)
Crack got one, that n*gga just like me (Crack)
Wop got a Glock, foe got a mop, janitor, that n*gga sweepin' the streets (Sweepin' the streets)
He tried to run, we hopped out on feet (Come here)
I fell in love with that .223 (Grrah)
The back of my Glock, that b*tch got a glee (Switch)
I'm shootin' for Wam, he shootin' for me (Wam)
n*ggas, they know we with it
Diss on Bibby, then we gettin' busy (We gettin' busy)
Glock got a thirty, this chop got a fifty (It got a fifty)
Pull on your block and gettin' it litty (We gettin' litty)
Double M 6, we runnin' the city (Double M 6)
We all we got, you know them my n*ggas
Play with me, referee, it get official (It get official)
It get official
[Verse 5]
f*ck all that internet postin', n*ggas, I want them sky
I ain't gon' lie, I wasn't even no rapper, I was out here slingin' that iron (Slingin' that iron)
n*ggas be killin' them beats, real life, they know I'ma slide (They know I'ma slide)
n*gga get shot in they face and still be thuggin' on live
f*ck n*ggas lame
Lot of you f*ck n*ggas fakin'
Like only shootin' they back, I hit the cut with a Drac' (With a Drac')
Lil' Crack right here with a MAC, n*gga threw all that dissing (That dissing)
'Til a n*gga slam dunked like Shaq, swing chops at any of you n*ggas
We up two on the score, f*ck n*gga, that's facts, I don't even be knowin' these n*ggas
f*ck n*ggas be swearin' they that, these n*ggas ain't got no motion (n*gga)
'Cause I'm tryna kill and they tryna rap
n*gga, trippin', I'm tryna kill and they tryna rap
n*ggas ain't got no motion, 6 tryna kill and they tryna rap

[Verse 6]
n*gga, stop playin'
You don't wanna see that van
When the shots start firin', all them boys went to prayin'
Them the type skrrt off when they mans
Like damn bro, why you ain't make it to sands?
That's what that f*ck n*gga get, he was playin'
Speakin' on Wiz and Lil Bibby, can't hide, grab my Glock, get to sprayin'
Been in the streets, turned myself to a man
Lot of n*ggas would die if they would never ran
[Outro]
pus*y-ass n*gga