Blocka - Busy With The Fiends lyrics

Blocka - Busy With The Fiends lyrics

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Blocka's got the best food in town man Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's Fuck border control, all my packs got seized Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies [Verse 1] Most these man are bitch mate, most of 'em are rats You can't talk about your wrist game cause your dope is whack See him on the streets, he was chatting all that wass Bring the fizzy to your yard, we get it popping like some yak I love money and weed, got them fetishes Nice day, beating while deleting all these messages Pops don't want his son to end up like his relatives But it's in my blood man, we're all some fucking menaces I ain't tryna end up broke So I keep pushing packs and just wait on the roads I ain't tryna spend it on a coat Till my money long and I can blow a couple O's You should know how the game goes We're still stuck up on the main roads Ducking C.I.D. in them plain clothes Case closed, I'm still out here with the same bros They don't want beef, it's all Gucci like Nafe Smallz [Hook] Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's Fuck border control, all my packs got seized Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies [Verse 2] I'm in the trap spot, bro's got a nine of each Rather buy me some Nike's than designer sneaks That don't mean shit, I've had a thousand nines At fifteen I made £10 a thousand times Cah when it goes off I've got the sawn-off Shotty used to be long, now it's got a nose job And don't think it's just music We rap about it cah we really go and do this Had the town locked down before corona I was getting all these pounds through the border If you know it's no less than a quarter Fork into crack, let it bubble in the water Leave the packs at her yard, tell her "This ain't love" I'm just tryna move all these big weight buds Baby I'm a child so you know what's good And my bag is sewn up, put it back up in the hood Break a box down, gotta let these O's fly You can get 'em cheap, man will charge you for 'em whole price Make you smoke your own crop You wouldn't know the whole time Back to why I started, like Rimzee man it's go time [Hook] Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's Fuck border control, all my packs got seized Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies

Blocka : Busy With The Fiends lyrics