MXRS - Dizzy Lyrics

Young nigga movin' like Chapo, for the cheese knock the beef out his taco
Lotta' hitters they spinnin' in Tahoes, killers and Dizzies you not those
Lotta' bulldozers with them bulldogs, bad barbers take his top off
Start spraying, it get locked off, spillin' spaghetti and hot sauce
(Who? Who?)
Can tell a nigga what to do now?
Runnin' chops, move out, peanut butter, nigga smooth now
Smoke em, throwin' bullets yeah we lost em, where the guns go? We tossed em'
Extra pickles for the opossums, look
Get up, moving, bullets, zoomin'
Opposition, losin', hit the Ocky for the Reubens
Blickys, blastin, no paparazzi but there's flashes
Got the big body for the bastards, niggas fill a lotta' caskets
Got the hammer with us, blam a nigga, anybody who be standin' with em'
We know he snitchin' so we had to get him
Screwin' with us so we had to drill him (What? What?)
Big body whips for the dashes, he was tough in front of cameras
Now they be spreading his ashes (Woo, woo)
Back up I got the fire on me
RNG I got the dial on me, clips for anybody smiling on me
Wylin' on me, stylin' on me, got his baby mother cryin' on me
Cheerleaders, yeah we caught a body
if we got a problem then it's not a problem (Woo, woo)
Killers and dizzies, you not those, for the queso I go nacho, Julio Hombre alto
Spill it, bend it, couple chops for the weapon
Meter stick teach em' lessons, hash brown for the breakfast
Dizzy, dizzy, all my niggas gettin' nauseous
.223 fix his posture, bullets stretch him like on ostrich (What? What?)
Jolly roger on the chassis, boom bow, Kyle Massey
TMS no plastic (No plastic nigga)
What they gon' say to me? Nah, what they gon' say to me?
Y'all tough in front of cameras, but in person you ain't got nothing to say
It's crazy though
Grill em', burn em', couple sticks Timmy Turner
Niggas goin' on a journey, put the opps on a gurney
Flip it, turn it, to hold the blick you gotta learn it
Why you in my ends without a permit? To stand here you gotta' earn it
Dizzy, nauseous, if we moving, be cautious
None of my niggas got a conscience
Water monsters, we the Lochness
To the game we the locksmith, playing games not an option
W when we be walking
Swervin, bend em, venom
Swiss cheese out his denims
One up on me, never let em
Shot him down, David Guetta
Extra pockets in his sweater
Bet that nigga never get up
When I'm totin' the Baretta
(Woo, woo)

Young nigga movin' like Chapo, for the cheese knock the beef out his taco
Lotta' hitters they spinnin' in Tahoes, killers and Dizzies you not those
Lotta' bulldozers with them bulldogs, bad barbers take his top off
Start spraying, it get locked off, spillin' spaghetti and hot sauce
(Who? Who?)
Can tell a nigga what to do now?
Runnin' chops, move out, peanut butter, nigga smooth now
Smoke em, throwin' bullets yeah we lost em, where the guns go? We tossed em'
Extra pickles for the opossums, look
Get up, moving, bullets, zoomin'
Opposition, losin', hit the Ocky for the Reubens
Blickys, blastin, no paparazzi but there's flashes
Got the big body for the bastards, niggas fill a lotta' caskets
Got the hammer with us, blam a nigga, anybody who be standin' with em'
We know he snitchin' so we had to get him
Screwin' with us so we had to drill him (What? What?)
Big body whips for the dashes, he was tough in front of cameras
Now they be spreading his ashes (Woo, woo)
Back up I got the fire on me
RNG I got the dial on me, clips for anybody smiling on me
Wylin' on me, stylin' on me, got his baby mother cryin' on me
Cheerleaders, yeah we caught a body
if we got a problem then it's not a problem (Woo, woo)
Killers and dizzies, you not those, for the queso I go nacho, Julio Hombre alto
Spill it, bend it, couple chops for the weapon
Meter stick teach em' lessons, hash brown for the breakfast
Dizzy, dizzy, all my niggas gettin' nauseous
.223 fix his posture, bullets stretch him like on ostrich (What? What?)
Jolly roger on the chassis, boom bow, Kyle Massey
TMS no plastic (No plastic nigga)
What they gon' say to me? Nah, what they gon' say to me?
Y'all tough in front of cameras, but in person you ain't got nothing to say
It's crazy though
Grill em', burn em', couple sticks Timmy Turner
Niggas goin' on a journey, put the opps on a gurney
Flip it, turn it, to hold the blick you gotta learn it
Why you in my ends without a permit? To stand here you gotta' earn it
Dizzy, nauseous, if we moving, be cautious
None of my niggas got a conscience
Water monsters, we the Lochness
To the game we the locksmith, playing games not an option
W when we be walking
Swervin, bend em, venom
Swiss cheese out his denims
One up on me, never let em
Shot him down, David Guetta
Extra pockets in his sweater
Bet that nigga never get up
When I'm totin' the Baretta
(Woo, woo)