Drizzy's Dead (BBL Drizzy)

(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 fuckboy 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 fuckie 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 fuck 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 fucks, 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 fuckin' waste it I'm high and fuckin' 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 fuck 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