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Top 2k Video (MV)




Performed By: Brizil
Language: English
Length: 3:54
Written by: isac alves




Brizil - Top 2k Lyrics




It's Brizil that's wassup
Started rapping now I'm up
If he talkin hit him up
Shoot him up and he can't stand up
Sick of dreaming so I woke up
Keep it real, now that's wassup
I ain't talkin and that's straight up
I see money now I won't stop
Hit yo bitch and you screaming stop
I'm in your house gettin top
Bitch I'm at the f*ckin top
F*ck with me, yeah good luck
Bitch I'm rich that is good luck
Bitch I'm grown and you a pup
Don't understand me nigga, so what?
I don't care I'm gettin this guap
Tie you up
Put you in my trunk, ridin round, well ain't this fun?
Heard you like to play wit guns
So I pull up wit my guns, start shooting cause that's what you do wit guns
Bow you act like you don't know
You like what is a gun?
I'm like, bitch you know what it is son
Ugh
You must be poor cause you eatin on them crumbs
You must be bored cause you twiddlin all on them thumbs
Get some pride, stop living like a bum
Smoke weed
Chew gum
Who's dumb?
Get some
Prison not for me my son
Stack funds
Watch for when ya friend get numb
I wish people would learn
Showing off the money they earned
Keep to yourself and help your own
But enough bout that shit
On me the spotlight shun
Always high like the sun
Aye, is that him?
Ay bro, I don't like you, you a cunt

Did I say a bad word?
I don't know
I don't care
Just say what I want
Walkin' down the street smokin blunts
If you talk shit, I'm on the hunt
Find yo ass and that ain't nun
Beat yo ass and that ain't nun
Piped yo hoe down and that ain't nun
Gettin' this money and it ain't for nun
Bitch I'm tryna, tryna be somethin
Hope the feds ain't been watching but I hope my fans been listening
If I go to jail, ain't no greeting cause them niggas they be tweaking
Do my own shit, to y'all niggas I ain't speakin...
Ugh...
Nigga...
Call my phone better stop wit all that tweeting
If you f*ck me off, then them triggers I be squeezing
I might be sick but Bitch I ain't sneezing
I'm the king so I be leading
Ridin' bikes so I be leaning
Smokin' green so I be greening
Feelin' myself so I be geeking
Ay, ugh...
You keep talking but I ain't hearing
Can't compare me to no human being
Aye, work hard
You niggas sleeping, up in the rap game, I am creepin...
Music loud, I be listenin, I don't care, got the floor shakin
Ugh...
Got this money and I'm not sharing
I'm goin in, I'm just sayin...
My words be like a painting cause I'm sick of all this waiting
Told y'all niggas I aint waiting
I ain't playin'
Back in the day
I was sitting in my room playing Xbox then I met a real nigga
And started... ugh... f*ckin slayin...
It's Brizil that's wassup
Started rappin' now I'm up
If he talkin hit him up
Shoot him up and he can't stand up
Sick of dreaming so I woke up
Keep it real, now that's wassup
I ain't talkin and that's straight up
I see money, now I won't stop
Hit yo bitch and you screaming stop
I'm in your house gettin top
F*ck wit me, yeah good luck
Bitch I'm grown and you a pup
Don't understand me nigga, so what?
Don't understand me nigga, so what?
I don't care I'm gettin this guap
Tie you up put you in you my f*ckin trunk
Ridin' round, well ain't this fun?
Ridin' round, well ain't think fun?
Heard you like to play with guns...
Heard you like to play with guns..
Heard you like to play with guns...
Lil nigga you a bum...
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It's Brizil that's wassup
Started rapping now I'm up
If he talkin hit him up
Shoot him up and he can't stand up
Sick of dreaming so I woke up
Keep it real, now that's wassup
I ain't talkin and that's straight up
I see money now I won't stop
Hit yo bitch and you screaming stop
I'm in your house gettin top
Bitch I'm at the f*ckin top
F*ck with me, yeah good luck
Bitch I'm rich that is good luck
Bitch I'm grown and you a pup
Don't understand me nigga, so what?
I don't care I'm gettin this guap
Tie you up
Put you in my trunk, ridin round, well ain't this fun?
Heard you like to play wit guns
So I pull up wit my guns, start shooting cause that's what you do wit guns
Bow you act like you don't know
You like what is a gun?
I'm like, bitch you know what it is son
Ugh
You must be poor cause you eatin on them crumbs
You must be bored cause you twiddlin all on them thumbs
Get some pride, stop living like a bum
Smoke weed
Chew gum
Who's dumb?
Get some
Prison not for me my son
Stack funds
Watch for when ya friend get numb
I wish people would learn
Showing off the money they earned
Keep to yourself and help your own
But enough bout that shit
On me the spotlight shun
Always high like the sun
Aye, is that him?
Ay bro, I don't like you, you a cunt

Did I say a bad word?
I don't know
I don't care
Just say what I want
Walkin' down the street smokin blunts
If you talk shit, I'm on the hunt
Find yo ass and that ain't nun
Beat yo ass and that ain't nun
Piped yo hoe down and that ain't nun
Gettin' this money and it ain't for nun
Bitch I'm tryna, tryna be somethin
Hope the feds ain't been watching but I hope my fans been listening
If I go to jail, ain't no greeting cause them niggas they be tweaking
Do my own shit, to y'all niggas I ain't speakin...
Ugh...
Nigga...
Call my phone better stop wit all that tweeting
If you f*ck me off, then them triggers I be squeezing
I might be sick but Bitch I ain't sneezing
I'm the king so I be leading
Ridin' bikes so I be leaning
Smokin' green so I be greening
Feelin' myself so I be geeking
Ay, ugh...
You keep talking but I ain't hearing
Can't compare me to no human being
Aye, work hard
You niggas sleeping, up in the rap game, I am creepin...
Music loud, I be listenin, I don't care, got the floor shakin
Ugh...
Got this money and I'm not sharing
I'm goin in, I'm just sayin...
My words be like a painting cause I'm sick of all this waiting
Told y'all niggas I aint waiting
I ain't playin'
Back in the day
I was sitting in my room playing Xbox then I met a real nigga
And started... ugh... f*ckin slayin...
It's Brizil that's wassup
Started rappin' now I'm up
If he talkin hit him up
Shoot him up and he can't stand up
Sick of dreaming so I woke up
Keep it real, now that's wassup
I ain't talkin and that's straight up
I see money, now I won't stop
Hit yo bitch and you screaming stop
I'm in your house gettin top
F*ck wit me, yeah good luck
Bitch I'm grown and you a pup
Don't understand me nigga, so what?
Don't understand me nigga, so what?
I don't care I'm gettin this guap
Tie you up put you in you my f*ckin trunk
Ridin' round, well ain't this fun?
Ridin' round, well ain't think fun?
Heard you like to play with guns...
Heard you like to play with guns..
Heard you like to play with guns...
Lil nigga you a bum...
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Writer: isac alves
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