Yeah
What the fuck, nigga?
Don't play with me
Uh, huh?
What the fuck, nigga?
BiC Fizzle
(Drvmlord)
Ayy, yeah
Down to Earth, but'll put in work, so don't cross that line
Put a fully on my AR and it's with me every time
Uh, fuck your shooter, I got shooters too, not including myself
Grab that bitch from off the shelf before I do anything else
This ho hit my line, I punch, "Decline," I know it's 'bout some bullshit
Bitch, I make this money, you can't tell me what to do with this
I be on that foolish shit, a veteran, I'm not new to this
Broccoli, cheddar cheese, clientele, stupid lit
You can't sell your work, I add my tax, come back and double the pit
Stay out of my way like Ludacris, bitch, make some space, don't fuck with this shit
Burberry shirt, twenty-three my kicks
Dude at work, I'm smackin' his bitch
I'm young and turnt, but'll still hit a lick
Makin' serves on the first, on the curb with a nick'
VVS clarity, how could she curve me? You know these dog-ass hoes ain't shit
I catch a rapper and strip him out everything, don't come around me flexin' your kit
I'm with the robbers, they with the shits
Wade Phillips, send me a blitz
Michael Corleone, Mafia shit
Headshot gang, pop me a bitch
Roll up a troll, zaza, meth
Walk the boy home, fullies attack
We on the road, too many straps
Follow this black truck, you in that trap
I'm fresh as hell, I ain't even snap
These all facts, can't even cap
ARP leave somethin' slumped on the lap
My location off, don't get caught on the Snap'
