Luva (feat. Bizzy Banks) - Leeky G Bando

Get money Bizzy If niggas start something, I finish it But I always start shit, call me Genesis It ain't no competition, I'm putting it into it These niggas dying just 'cause of they sentences Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh When I say shit, it's like they don't be getting it 'Rona got the world lookin' like Phineas (look, uh) I always score off the backboard Picked up a gun and I started to bag RAW I get breesh with this mask on I only hit once, bitch what you attached for? Heard they opened the backdoor My niggas feening to slide and go blast more We subtract whеn they add more They ask who got guns, thе ones on your task force What the fuck do I look like? A sell out? We copped a pounds from Cali to mell out We do not sit for no charge, we gon' bail out Hit from the back and my name she gon' yell out I just be moving smooth like whoopy woo, uh Fuckboy, if you snooze, you lose And it's always two guns when I'm moving through, like I've been feening to get him boomed If you die, that's the shit that's gon' shake the room, like Masked up when I make a move It was time when your boy had to play it cool, uh 'Cause a nigga ain't have a tool But I'm still with the shits, so don't be a fool, uh Young nigga just droppin' jewels Niggas know what I do when I break the rules Certain lines you don't cross, you gon' make the news I might just slide, do the cha-cha Cucaracha, bust a move, then we aiming at his matta Send a frank, no Sinatra Before we make it hot, just chill like culata Boy I'm a shotta, move proper Big guns and this shit go rata I'm a savage, shoot good, should've played for the Mavericks I was down, but a nigga been having Play ball, but send bullets like Madden No capping, fuck rapping, you know hustling really a talent Bag it up, then I'm making it happen She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge Bag it up, then I'm making it happen She choking on dick like the cinnamon challenge, like Ayo, Rugga Since young, you know I've been a shooter We was spinning on 'rips with the scooters Got money, upgraded the Ubers I got lit and fucked bitches at Hooters Still in the field moving grams of the Cuba Might get lost on my side like Bermuda We don't talk, we don't beef on computers, uh (at all) Bitch, I got famous with no hooks I ain't get no looks, like These niggas so shook I could tell you ain't no crook You get brushed like an old book You a pawn, you got no rook, uh Your lifer could get took And your foodie could get cooked I do this shit on my own, so they hating me Half of these rappers could never relate to me I made a move from A to B I done fuck bitches from A to Z I told my bitches to shake for me Shawty get happy and start giving face to me These niggas pussy, they know not to play with me We just been trappin', but this shit a vacancy If niggas start something, I finish it But I always start shit, call me Genesis It ain't no competition, I'm putting it into it These niggas dying just 'cause of they sentences Headshot leave 'em bleeding, period, uh When I say shit, it's like they don't be getting it 'Rona got the world lookin' like Phineas

Yoz, what you telling me? Get money That structure 'Cause we makin' movies for real Let's make a move on 'em (skrrt, skrrt) Circle the block, he don't got no tool on him So I'm moving hot Structure them bans, I'm after the guap She tryna fuck but I just want the top Tell her get naked for me Oh, you a baddie? So come here and shake it for me She heard 'bout the movies we making (for real) She see them bands so she tryna come and taste it Structure, structure that what? I got this city with me You know it's lit if I come with the reapers with me And she tryna kick it with me Kiss up on me, hug up on me, never silly Tell 'em niggas we started that Started that, what? Started that structure Legs, love it She on my body, she fiending to touch it, bra-ta Drummin' These bitches love me 'cause I came from nothing Grabba, punching Gyro that flow that shit got a muffin Big I'm too sick, I need what we tossin' (uh) Codeine or something What's up? With all these assumptions These niggas, ain't up on nothing Let's make a move on 'em Circle the block Watch how I cruise on 'em (bow, bow) And let off a few shots We makin' movies, uh (What? What?) It get rated R, I feel like Bobby might slide on that car So many shots like we up in the bar We makin' movies, uh Mission impossible I keep a gun 'cause it's optional Before I do something I see what my pops would do (uh) So many sirens hollows gon' spray like the corona virus Skate off the scene, going out hidin' Arrest to receive act, let me know if he dying Shots start, shots start flying I ain't got time to politic with niggas if he say It's beef then he lying, if he say it's beef then it's, what? Let's make a move on 'em Circle the block, he don't got no tool on him So I'm moving hot Structure 'em bans, I'm after the guap She tryna fuck but I just with the top Tell her get naked for me Oh, you baddie? So come here and shake it for me She heard 'bout the movies we makin' Cause we makin' movies for real Like, what? 'Cause we makin'... She heard 'bout the movies we makin' Cause we makin' movies for real Like, what? Structure 'em bans