209 Crizzy - Let Me Demonstrate Lyrics

From the top, yeah

Bad bitch throw it back like it's Thursday
She make a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
Make a nigga say Nani? Like an anime
Kush smoke, I blow at my enemies
Your bitch, your clique, they a fan of me
Spit hot, stack guap, 'til the Phantom paid
Y'all niggas all the same, I just innovate
209 beat killer, let me demonstrate

I hate to break it to you niggas but you f*cked up
You sleep, I grind, now your lucks up
Don't holla when I'm counting all these bucks up
Serving all of these niggas like a potluck
Two bad bitches and I'm Malcolm in the Middle
Slapping on they ass, tidal wave when it jiggle
Blow it by the Oz like Wiz Khalifa rolling missiles
I recline, your bitch blow me like a whistle
In the booth, watch a nigga make sizzle
Everything these niggas spit is artificial
Saying how they make it rain, it barely drizzle
209 make tsunamis, they make ripples
This not the same quiet Crizzy from Harvey
I'm on that wave that made Wayne think he Martian
OTM$ army, 1st place where we marching
On this whole planet, my names what I'm carving
I used to do shit for free, now I'm charging
They took advantage of me, now they targets
Y'all saturate the whole game with your garbage
Patrick ass niggas claim star but you starfish
F*ck 2019, it's 209teen nigga
She saw the drip and let me beat her spleen nigga
I'm the hot topic, no cringey ass teen, nigga
OTM$ mobbing, I'm bossed up with these niggas
Funny how they say they your homeboy
Same ones throwing stones at the throne boy
I never wanted fake love, leave me lone boy
Young Crizzy is a savage, you don't know boy
Way more to the story than what's shown
Say they keep it real, but the real would never fold
Page 'em to they face and watch the sweat start to roll
Call me Steve Austin, a nigga stone cold

Bad bitch throw it back like it's Thursday
She make a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
Make a nigga say Nani? Like an anime
Kush smoke, I blow at my enemies
Your bitch, your clique, they a fan of me
Spit hot, stack guap, 'til the Phantom paid
Y'all niggas all the same, I just innovate
209 beat killer, let me demonstrate

I'm bout to floss. I'm letting loose
On these clone ass niggas rocking Canada Goose
Pent up aggression, I'm blowing a fuse
Anybody get it these days, f*ck a truce
Trini and JA I'm reppin my roots
Engineer, rapper and yeah, I produce
I do all this while I'm gone off the juice
Plus I got job, nigga what's your excuse
Story up, who the f*ck you think you talking to
Sending shots my way in your living room
You gone find out how long I stay a good yute
You gone find out what this young Crizzy could do

Bad bitch throw it back like it's Thursday
She make a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
Make a nigga say Nani? Like an anime
Kush smoke, I blow at my enemies
Your bitch, your clique, they a fan of me
Spit hot, stack guap, 'til the Phantom paid
Y'all niggas all the same, I just innovate
209 beat killer, let me demonstrate

Can't eat off my dinner plate
You wasn't cooking in the kitchen, you just in my way
I took a year or two off, I was MIA
Came back even better, let that settle in
New niggas I don't trust, they just meddling
I'm bout to blow like microwaves I put the metal in
You might just think that Michael Bay the one directed it
Still scream Dress Warm like it's my latest shit

Bad bitch throw it back like it's Thursday
She make a nigga wanna hit it in the worst way
Make a nigga say Nani? Like an anime
Kush smoke, I blow at my enemies
Your bitch, your clique, they a fan of me
Spit hot, stack guap, 'til the Phantom paid
Y'all niggas all the same, I just innovate
209 beat killer, let me demonstrate