BIH NY EZ lyrics

[Intro: Quez2rr]
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, run, n*gga
Psh
Uh, uh, uh, run, n*gga

[Chorus: Quez2rr]
I can't trust a b*tch, nine times outta' ten, she let me brother hit
We stand on bih-ny-ez, we get that drop and let that cutter spit
Ayy, I pay for a weave and pay for cheeks, watch, you gon' f*ck the b*tch
And that pus*y got some squeeze, or maybe it's just how that rubber fit
Ayy b*tch, I'm jammin' sh*t, myself in here
This on Z5 soul, I'm really gon' clap sh*t 'till I'm in the clear
This ain't Looney Tunes, we ain't huntin' for rabbits, really smackin'
February 16th, we the ones that flipped that Acura
Yeah, you hear me?

[Verse 1: Quez2rr]
b*tch, I'm psychin' out wit' no designer, I step on sh*t wit' Jordan's on
We spinnin' sh*t and lеave it messy, lookin' like a hoardеr home
Tell her come in this b*tch butt-ass naked every time my whore get home
He DOA, no toleration, go on drill, don't take yo' phone
Don't take yo' phone but take a stick
Take a Glock or take a switch
That fat ass hoe can't take a pic
He hate the gang, we take yo' b*tch
He hate the P, we took yo' hoe
Ayy, he f*cked that b*tch, feel like I'm Drogo
We snatchin' hats, you better know
We smackin' sh*t, he crack a four
[Chorus: Quez2rr]
I can't trust a b*tch, nine times outta' ten, she let me brother hit
We stand on bih-ny-ez, we get that drop and let that cutter spit
Ayy, I pay for a weave and pay for cheeks, watch, you gon' f*ck the b*tch
And that pus*y got some squeeze, or maybe it's just how that rubber fit
Ayy b*tch, I'm jammin' sh*t, myself in here
This on Z5 soul, I'm really gon' clap sh*t 'till I'm in the clear
This ain't Looney Tunes, we ain't huntin' for rabbits, really smackin'
February 16th, we the ones that flipped that Acura
Okay, you hear me?

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]
Ayy, wish he would leave a n*gga alive if he f*ckin' spin
You the type of n*gga to get robbed, take it on the chin
Rap n*gga, you ain't no trap n*gga
Have my youngin's pull up right now, catch a hat, n*gga
Always catch me dolo wit' the cutta' and wit' sizzin'
n*ggas know the [?] Quez hop out that kid van
I'm from the southside where you gotta' keep a gun in hand
Twenty n*ggas 'round me, twenty F&N's

[Chorus: Quez2rr]
I can't trust a b*tch, nine times outta' ten, she let me brother hit
We stand on bih-ny-ez, we get that drop and let that cutter spit
Ayy, I pay for a weave and pay for cheeks, watch, you gon' f*ck the b*tch
And that pus*y got some squeeze, or maybe it's just how that rubber fit
Ayy b*tch, I'm jammin' sh*t, myself in here
This on Z5 soul, I'm really gon' clap sh*t 'till I'm in the clear
This ain't Looney Tunes, we ain't huntin' for rabbits, really smackin'
February 16th, we the ones that flipped that Acura
Yeah, you hear me?