rizzy rizzler

(Verse 1) Pull up, I step, got the gang in the spot, Big racks on me, make it rain on the lot. Hundred-round drum, got the beam on the Glock, Say he want smoke, now he duckin’ a shot. Chain too cold, make the whole block freeze, Drip too clean, got ‘em down on they knees. Came from the mud, now I’m stackin’ with ease, Talk on my name, we gon’ pop out with Gs. (Hook) Rizzy too lit, yeah, Rizzy too hot, Came from the bottom, now look at the top. They talk on the net, but they know how I rock, Run up a check, I ain’t never gon’ stop. bought shoes for me tonight they tight on me but it gon be alright