West Bank Flizop (Ft. Key Glock)

[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 niggas knowing I got rank
You could check my resumé, it got a certified stamp
When the shottas get in involve, we leaving niggas 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
Niggas 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 nigga Killa, free my nigga 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, niggas be runnin' they loose lips
TSA be searchin' me and asking me some bullshit
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 shit
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 niggas look like chum
Real recognize real and you niggas look like bums
Them niggas 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