West Bank lyrics

[Intro]
(Xavvo got the beat knockin')
(Big Bang Studios)
Grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt, grrt
Flizzy, Flizzy, Flizzy
Grrt, grrt, grrt
(West Bank Records or nothin')

[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them n*ggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving n*ggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
n*ggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank

[Verse 1: Flizop]
Free my n*gga Killa, free my n*gga Bushwick
Do you bad for talking 'bout my dawg, I feel like John Wick
Talking likе you crazy, we gon' put you on a news clip
Feds ain't watching no morе, n*ggas be runnin' they loose lips
TSA be searchin' me and asking me some bullsh*t
They know that my hustle strong, I known for touching hella bricks
15,000 in the trap, I send a mail and [?]
Everything [?] the products be the new sh*t
You know I got the newest drugs, my life changed when I meet the plug
I hear pressure turn to diamonds so I had to get me some
I a shark inside the ocean and you n*ggas look like chum
Real recognize real and you n*ggas look like bums
Them n*ggas knowing I the truth, balling hard but ion hoop
Selling snow but we in summer so the fiends come by the group
And I servin' on the low, can't let the police sell my soup
On God the world gon' know my name cause Flizzy gon blow like a nuke
[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them n*ggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving n*ggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
n*ggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah, it's Flizzy and Glizzy, what the f*ck is up
Yeah, I keep some on my hip I ain't gotta go and pop the trunk
Yeah, I pour syrup every morning, smoke broccoli for lunch
It's never too much much, I'm a big dawg these n*ggas mutts
Yep, I love my gang but God the only one I trust
And you know ain't sh*t change, my n*gga, I still be in the cut
Yeah, shootin' sh*t like KD, they like man this n*gga clutch
Yeah, slam your b*tch like AD, they like boy you just too much
I got [?] in my motherf*cking double cup
Trappin' like the 80's, me and gang gang done ran it up
Choppas like the Navy, n*gga play them traces ate em up
You know money talk even though ion like to say too much

[Chorus: Flizop]
Super certified, them n*ggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving n*ggas in a swamp
And I on the Paper Route, I heading to the West Bank
All this gas that I be having, I could fill a fuel tank
n*ggas talking on my name but ion' hear them cause they blank
They just hating 'cause I balling in the circle with the champs
On the Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
[Outro]
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank
Paper Route, I gotta go and catch the West Bank