Thizzler Cypher x Miir lyrics

[Intro: 3KillStreakUav]
Ayy, what's good? It's Uav with the Thizzler Cypher
Ayy, they lucky they ain't let me get on the beat, bruh, but, ayy
They got it, they got it
Go ahead, bruh

[Verse 1: Kai Bandz]
Ayy, look
Off the dribble, I'm like woo, yeah, this beat hard
n*ggas sweethearts, on God, they don't even be hard
My lil' n*ggas be popping Percs like they Sweetarts
Tryna go dumb in this b*tch like a retard
b*tch, peep drip, mix Off-White with Louis and some Purple
R.I.P. the thugs and, on God, R.I.P. to Virgil
I snuck the tooly in this b*tch, I don't wanna hurt you
I need all blues out this b*tch, I don't wanna flirt you
Made a couple bands 'fore I ever made a hit
As a lil' n*gga, I was really trappin' around this b*tch
Wrap a 'bow and movе it home, we sendin' packs around this b*tch
Dicе game, one roll, don't get cracked around this b*tch
My chain hang, we gangbang, I'm on that money route
Brother told me rock these shows and we gon' make it out
She put them bands in her purse, then I took 'em out
On my mama, I need more money, y'all can take the clout
Woo, can you salute me?
Fresh off the plane from LA, my life a movie, ayy
Big Bnb, sh*t, we gon' fill 'em up with groupies, huh
n*ggas said they on my head, well, n*gga, shoot me
2022, I'm takin' over, b*tch, this my year
Too damn high, I'm in the sky, Buzz Lightyear
I heard you looking for your b*tch, bruh, she right here
She leave with me, I'm a n*gga worst nightmare
They really love me from LA to Japan
Did a couple million views, now I need a million bands
Gotta watch who you call your mans, I don't got too many friends
If you hoppin' on that road to these riches, you need a plan, n*gga
[Verse 2: EBK Bckdoe]
My n*gga Miiir made the beat, here we go again
I just rolled my last Zemi up, I'm at the store again
I'm finna pull the move, I'm like, "Bro, we need to smoke again"
She broke me off a dub, I start laughing, did the Joker dance
I just hit my cougar b*tch up, finna blow her in
Got this b*tch bank account froze like I snowed it in
They like the lil' dreads in the back, I just growed 'em in
f*ck her off my name, you only f*ck her 'cause you showed her ten
I need a Zemi leaf, get the red pack
You can get a extra 20K, bring his head back
I just rolled a eighth of zaz' up and some dead pack
You lovin' on that dirty thot b*tch, I been bled that
n*gga said he on my head, n*gga, lie again
Oh, I thought that n*gga told, that's your slime again?
They not finna drop a hundred shots, finna slide again
Need to free my lil' brother out, doin' time again
Smokin' klocks, countin' blues, ridin' through the blade
Pull up on the side of a ho, ayy, b*tch, what's your name?
When I touch my next thirty piece, I'm comin' Johnny Dang
Finna put a move on a— I feel like Dwyane

[Verse 3: Lil Seeto]
Ayy, huh?
You just be typin' hella gangster, you a Internet shooter
So I had to snatch your b*tch 'cause she was diggin' the shooter
You be sayin' rap cap from behind a computer
But if I mutilate your face that's a slimy maneuver
Man, I don't understand all this talkin' they doin'
Say you wanna blow me down, come up on me and do it
And I ain't cappin' when I speak, b*tch, I'm really gon' shoot it
You think I'm pus*y 'cause I'm white, bro, you really are stupid
Yeah, my brother saw life before he saw a diploma
Started smokin' hella early 'cause we love the aroma
Yeah, Puyallup where I'm from, but I've got love in Tacoma
I've got a brother in the Bay and I've got one in Daytona
I got suckers on my back and they be hopin' I get sh*tbagged
They want me in a box and, yeah, they hope I get a toe tag
Can't let it happen, I gotta prove 'em wrong and prevail
Always follow God but, oh my God, He put me through hell
Stay levelheaded, I take it to the chin and proceed
b*tch get me attached, say she love me, then she ghost me
Never been no b*tch to admit that I cry a lot
f*ck bein' sad, put them tears up in a fryin' pot
Rock out by my lonely, since '05, posted on the block
Down for all my brothers, thinkin' differently, you better not
Can't even speak to God about the sh*t I done did
A lot of fathers gettin' taken, we got kids raisin' kids
It's an overlappin' circle just like twistin' a lid
And if I pop this Wocky top, then I'ma drop in a thizz
I'm too faded to think, I'm just driftin' from reality
Pretend that you okay and then distract from actuality
I'm faded, I'm dated, been goin' crazy, I made it
I don't stutter in my speech, best believe I'ma say it
I been tryna be more open 'bout the ways I been feelin'
I been shortenin' my circle and expandin' my vision
I just wanna be at peace, f*ck the shootin' and killin'
But if they ever try to test me, they ain't raisin' they children, huh?
[Interlude: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
I had to bring them Boutabag n*ggas to the Thizzler Cypher, man
Kflex in the building, he finna chew this motherf*cker, come on

[Verse 4: Kflex]
Ayy
It's kinda hard to tell me stop after they get me goin'
They try to stab you in your back and act like you ain't knowin'
Bands for this 'fit, but to you, it's just regular clothing
Fifty-dollar eighths, we ain't doin' no regular smokin'
You ain't never had a foreign b*tch that need a passport
b*tch, my n*ggas really 'bout a bag, not 'bout a Jansport
Baby, I cannot put on a cape, that's what your man for
Brother get to blowin' with that fire, it's a fan torch
All your n*gga do is tell tales, I think he a fairy
It's a Boutabag-n*gga season, yeah, it's getting scary
Baby, put this nick in your purse like Mariah Carey
He a cat and he beat her ass like it's Tom and Jerry
Everybody sayin' that they ballin', they keep thunder
I wouldn't worry 'bout no n*gga with wack jumper
I'm the type to give a bad b*tch a fake number
You ain't make her pay you for that pipe, you a fake plumber

[Verse 5: DB.Boutabag]
Ayy
I been killin' cyphers for a minute, this sh*t old to me
Name a n*gga f*ck hoes and sell out more shows than me
You ain't got no load, how is you trappin'? n*ggas bold to me
And stop makin' songs with all that cap, n*ggas hoes to me
Said he 'bout a bag, but bro can't buy designer clothes like me
He can't spend them bands on Melrose, neck froze like me
Who you know mix Off-White and RTA clothes like me?
And how the f*ck I let this Wockhardt get a hold of me?
I showed you n*ggas how to talk sh*t, it's not coincidental
Took them Ito diamonds out the shop and threw 'em in my dental
n*ggas askin' 'bout that Lam' truck, but it was just a rental
I'm high off top shelf, you high off monkey in the middle
I just need like two rich b*tches, put me in the middle
My last b*tch called me Peter Piper 'cause she like my pickle
I'ma talk sh*t 'til I can't, leave the beat crippled
Bands on his top, box the chop, but I am not Remble
And I am not rappin', I just sh*t talk
The Wocky sayin', "Pour me up," I think I seen a brick talk
Broke n*ggas out here movin' ass-backwards, Kriss Kross
If I ain't really 'bout a bag, then how I make his b*tch walk?
[Outro: DB.Boutabag]
If I ain't really 'bout a bag, then how I make his b*tch walk?