Feedback (Feat. Bizz Loc & Da Crook)

Jeez, jeez)
(Haan, yo, brr, haan)

Okay, okay
I don't know what you heard about me (what?)
Just know I'm that sick nigga (haan)
Ridin' around like fuck a stash that Glock forty on my hip, nigga (haan)
Pray to God I don't see jakes
Lord knows I ain't pullin' over 
All of them high speeds that I got away
Lord knows that I'd do it over (skrrt)
Hell nah, I ain't usin' soda (nah)
Double up wit' that come back
Fly OT and then double up wit' that double and then come back
Better hope I don't fall off
Trust me niggas don't want that
'Cause if I go broke, I get on my Bizz Loc, "Pussy run that!" (Err)
How they wanna go to war? They can't fund that (nah)
Walkin' 'round naked? Nigga, where the fuck your gun at? (What the fuck?)
I can never leave that (nah), I try but I need that
Gon' breeze it on the opps and watch CP for the feed back

It's Bizz Loc!
I don't need no feed back
Four bands for a new ruger, headshots when I beat that
Ice on me, I'm a Leafs fan
Ridin' out in a Nissan (skrrt), goin' nuts like a pecan
You don't want no problems wit' me, fam
Fuck boys tryna talk shit (keep talkin'), spark sticks
Aimin' at the brain then I'm gettin' brain from a smart bitch (gettin' head)
Niggas sayin' my bars sick
Hoe's sayin' I'm too hard (too hard)
Main bitch got her ass done, now I'm looking like I got a new broad
Workin' for me in a blue thong when I'm in the trap writin' new songs
Ferragamo belt is what the tool's on (facts)
Whip soft then move hard, beat a shot and then cruise off (skrrt)
Bizz Loc, I'm a rider nigga
Make a body drop then burn tires, nigga
Stash spot with two irons in it
Never stop, no I ain't finished
It ain't in the club then you know I ain't in it
When I'm in the booth and blow fires, innit
I be doin' dirt 'til I'm lying in it
Niggas lying, saying I ain't wit' it
Bitties get cajoled and tried to line a nigga
Then I scope 'em out and go and find her wit' 'em
That's a double homi', I'm a grimy nigga

(Ah)
(Bang bang, nigga)
(It's Bizz Loc and Da Crook, nigga)