6ixbuzz - Feedback Lyrics

Jeez, jeez)
(Haan, yo, brr, haan)

Okay, okay
I don't know what you heard about me (what?)
Just know I'm that sick nigga (haan)
Ridin' around like f*ck a stash that Glock forty on my hip, nigga (haan)
Pray to God I don't see jakes
Lord knows I ain't pullin' over
All of them high speeds that I got away
Lord knows that I'd do it over (skrrt)
Hell nah, I ain't usin' soda (nah)
Double up wit' that come back
Fly OT and then double up wit' that double and then come back
Better hope I don't fall off
Trust me niggas don't want that
'Cause if I go broke, I get on my Bizz Loc, "Pussy run that!" (Err)
How they wanna go to war? They can't fund that (nah)
Walkin' 'round naked? Nigga, where the f*ck your gun at? (What the f*ck?)
I can never leave that (nah), I try but I need that
Gon' breeze it on the opps and watch CP for the feed back

It's Bizz Loc!
I don't need no feed back
Four bands for a new ruger, headshots when I beat that
Ice on me, I'm a Leafs fan
Ridin' out in a Nissan (skrrt), goin' nuts like a pecan
You don't want no problems wit' me, fam
F*ck boys tryna talk shit (keep talkin'), spark sticks
Aimin' at the brain then I'm gettin' brain from a smart bitch (gettin' head)
Niggas sayin' my bars sick
Hoe's sayin' I'm too hard (too hard)
Main bitch got her ass done, now I'm looking like I got a new broad
Workin' for me in a blue thong when I'm in the trap writin' new songs
Ferragamo belt is what the tool's on (facts)
Whip soft then move hard, beat a shot and then cruise off (skrrt)
Bizz Loc, I'm a rider nigga
Make a body drop then burn tires, nigga
Stash spot with two irons in it
Never stop, no I ain't finished
It ain't in the club then you know I ain't in it
When I'm in the booth and blow fires, innit
I be doin' dirt 'til I'm lying in it
Niggas lying, saying I ain't wit' it
Bitties get cajoled and tried to line a nigga
Then I scope 'em out and go and find her wit' 'em
That's a double homi', I'm a grimy nigga

(Ah)
(Bang bang, nigga)
(It's Bizz Loc and Da Crook, nigga)