BBL Drizzy
BBL Drizzy
BBL Drizzy, ooh, hoo
BBL Drizzy, oh
BBL Drizzy

I'm thicker than a Snicker, I'm thicker than your ninja
Don't act like you don't know me…

[Intro]
Yeah
Let me stop playin' around, let me take this shit serious, like
N***as is a joke, I take it serious, though
Yeah, look

[Verse]
If Drake shooters doing TikToks, n***a
Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother, y'all ain't getting shit shot, n***a
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop n***a
You don't even be at home, dog, you a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop n***a
Still mad about that one ho, we ain't even fuck, I just lip-locked with her
I get active whеn it's war time, I ain't even rеally let my dick drop, n***a
What the fuck I heard Rick drop, n***a? Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job, n***a
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y'all n***as
Put a n***a in the bars, let a n***a rot, kind of like your old job, n***a
House sittin' on some land, but it's out where no one even really know y'all n***as
Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, n***a
Must've snorted up a snowball
'Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's, these days, that's a low ball, n***a
Ayy
Who's next on the list?
Which one of my so-called n***as
Which one of my so-called n***as
Which one of my so-called n***as need a shell from the clip?
Always knew I had to smoke y'all n***as
​good kid, m.A.A.d city van, we'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears runnin' down my cheek, laughin' at you pussies dyin', it's a war cry
Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta, payin' just to find a tour guide
Abel, run your fuckin' bread, need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street n***a I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take the n***a on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside
Rakim talkin' shit again
Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first, n***a, do the math, who I was hittin' then?
I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit again
Probably gotta have a kid again 'fore you think of droppin' any shit again
Even when you do drop, they gon' say you should've modeled 'cause it's mid again
Smokin' Fenty 'bout it, should've put you on the first one, tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea the next time you cuddled in that bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a fuckin' lame, so I know he had to be an influence
These n***as had a plan and they finally found a way to rope you into it
Two separate albums dissin', I just did a Kim to it, n***a, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows, almost had to swim to it
K-Dot shit is only hittin' hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross callin' me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it
'Cause all these rappers wavin' white flags while the whole fuckin' club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight, then come to the vigil with the candlelight
Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick readin' my Miranda rights
I'm goin' on vacation now, hope next time y'all plan it right
'Cause you gotta pay for sayin' my name, guess now n***as understand the price
N***a, what? (6ix)
Don't act like you don't know me
These yams deserve a trophy
Baby, it ain't no mystery