Zooka - Drizzy's Dead (BBL Drizzy) Lyrics

(Zooka)
(Bitch)
(Bitch)
(B.B.L.)
(Drizzy)
(No, oh, let's go, let's go, let's go)
(Let's go, let's go, let's)
(Let's, let's go)

She a bad bitch like Drizzy, B.B.L. Drizzy
You're the one with fake abs
You should drop and give me 50
D-d-drop and give me 50 (bitch)
Drop and give me 50 (ooh)
Drop and give me 50
Drop and- nope matter fact, bitch
Never drop again
Until you drop dead
I admit that I got vices
Shit, right now I'm high again
But if you lyin' on them allegations
Turn yourself in
You gon' finally feel again
I've heard that money numbs things
Probably ain't even aware that we still out here strugglin'
Someone hide the kids
I heard that you been snuggling (ew)
Hide your kids, hide your family, hide your wife
I've never understood that phrase
(Never understood that phrase)
We should probably hide the guy that leaked his meat online to minors
Two different kinds of bitches
You a f*ckboy pedophile
Meanwhile I'm afraid of spiders

Zooka blowin' up and you should be retired
I brought the fire
You goin' out a liar
You showin' out your prime
K.Dot keepin' us inspired
Keepin' up the violence and keepin' up the fire
You got a crew of writers
But are they really riders
He ain't need a writer and I ain't even write this
Nope, but it's mine, it's a freestyle
Do it ten times off the top and they all hits
Only in the underground
That mean they small hits
Talking still
But we might as well not acknowledge
No, don't acknowledge him
Don't acknowledge him
Don't acknowledge
Don't acknowledge
Don't acknowledge him
Someone tell Toronto what he's done inside their city
They gon' probably flip the f*ckie out and promptly kick his dumpie out

He a superstar, it's God's plan
He's gotta be the best, little
Bitch, he a hitmaker
Probably had X killed

Switch it up now
Yeah, you should really give it up now
To tell the truth I don't give a f*ck about you
Only made this song to show Metro I could make it boom
That's enough about you, uh
Let's talk about Zooka
Chilling on the sofa
Couldn't give two f*cks, oh
Well that's what you'd think if you saw me there, I
Bet you wouldn't blink if you saw me there right
Now I'm going up
Put the work in tryna change that
Dropping songs I don't ask for change
Just asking that you play that

Bang that
B-b-bang that, play that
Bang that, play that
Bang that
Bang that
B-b-bang that, play that
Bang that, play that
Fake out, ain't that crazy
Brought the beat back bangin'
It was over but I'm gluttonous
I ain't just tryna taste it
I got Metro on the beat
And I ain't tryna f*ckin' waste it
I'm high and f*ckin' wasted
I'm flying on a spaceship
Tryna find a way off the pavement
Since grade six
Staring at my DAW all day
I know I need some LASIK
Know I need some patience
But f*ck that shit, I hate it
Yeah, I hate it
Hate it, hate it
Go ahead and sit down
Let's debate it
Time is like the beat
I ain't- I aint tryna waste it

How you leak the glizzy on purpose
Carried by a Twizzy
Carried by a Twizzy
Oh, Drizzy
How you leak the glizzy on purpose
Carried by a Twizzy, no bullshit
(No bullshit)

Drizzy's dead
Drizzy's dead
Drizzy's dead
Drizzy's dead
Drizzy's dead, dead, dead
Drizzy's dead
Drizzy's dead
Drizzy's dead, dead, dead
Drizzy's dead, dead, dead
No more Drizzy
No more Drizzy, no more
No more Drizzy