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Knowing (feat. BigWalkDog)
BiC Fizzle
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、Jian Rudan Emilian Phew，phew，phew Ayy，BiC Fizzle Let's go I been going hard, I'm knowin' they ain't hearin' (They ain't hearin') I just got a call, dropped a four, disappear (Dropped a four, disappear) Nigga want static, well, **** it, I'm here (**** it, I'm here) New shit, don't know how to drive this here Avy, fear God, that's the only god I fear Ayy, wrong move, we gon' make it down that drill Avy, nigga want clout, so they dyin' t live Shout out Space this my year (This my year) Niggas ain't steppers, they shooting in fear (Shooting in fear) I really suit up and go out to kill (Go out to kill) If you don't come out, I ain't shooting your crib (I ain't shooting your crib Bae, what you want? Tell me who it is Want me or this money? Or way that I live? (Way that I live) Cutthroat, you know I'm slime, for real (Slime, for real) Street shit, it made me cry, for real You know we killers evolved (Evolved) Sorry, God, I ain't mean to hurt nobody (I ain't mean to hurt nobody) Committin' some sins, will I make it to heaven? I don't know but I been misguided (But I been misguided) Gunshot may be related to sirens (Related to sirens) Check the spot, hit the Glock with a close Rex (Close Rex) Feds hot, nigga shot where the spot at (Where the spot at) Same night, tryna catch me a prospect (Tryna catch me a-) I been chasing that money, that hand I was dealt ****ed up, but I can't even complain (I can't even complain) I ain't dead, in jail, in the grave (The grave) Running shit up 'til my hairs get gray (Get gray) On the Eastside pushin' my pack to the hustlers Solo, but Corn don't play (Corn don't play) Tilt the foreign, get shot in your face Police get behind me, I'm doing the chase BiC Fizzle Let's go I been going hard, I'm knowin' they ain't hearin' (They ain't hearin') I just got a call, dropped a four, disappear (Dropped a four, disappear) Nigga want static, well, **** it, I'm here (**** it, I'm here) New shit, don't know how to drive this here Avv, fear God, that's the only god I fear Ayy, wrong move, we gon' make it down that drill Ayy, nigga want clout, so they dyin' to live Shout out Space× this my year (This my year) Niggas ain't steppers, they shooting in fear (Shooting in fear) I really suit up and go out to kill (Go out to kill) If you don't come out, I ain't shooting your crib (I ain't shooting your crib) Bae, what you want? Tell me who it is Want me or this money? Or way that I live? (Way that I live) Cutthroat, you know I'm slime, for real (Slime, for real) Street shit, it made me cry, for real (Hey, hey) You know the goal for us to get richer (Uh) I never go hate on no nigga (Uh-uh) Pistols on pistols when people want pictures (Grrah) Just in case he think he a hitter (Just in case) Just in case he think he a killer Treat him like paper, fold him and spin him (Spin him) You in the blender, 'cause these hoes make you too tender Shit pitiful (For real) Look at the moon, that shit made me feel like a wolf (Aw-woo) DJ got charged, they threw him the book We jumped off the porch, we ain't need a push Throw us the AMG, stand on the roof (The roof) You wouldn't believe how long this shit took I couldn't believe they said they were there (What?) Bulletproof GMC look like a Lyft God and myself, only people I fear Jumped in the Lamb', watch me disappear Granny, I wish you was here (I wish you were here) Meka, I wish you were here (Right here) Come back, I got you a beer (I got you one, and I-) Won't never be up in the middle And I been servin' like Fizzle These niggas be hating, these niggas pretenders (Let's go) BiC Fizzle Let's go I been going hard, I'm knowin' they ain't hearin' (They ain't hearin') I just got a call, dropped a four, disappear (Dropped a four, disappear) Nigga want static, well, **** it, I'm here (**** it, I'm here) New shit, don't know how to drive this here Ayy, fear God, that's the only god I fear Ayy, wrong move, we gon' make it down that drill Ayy, nigga want clout, so they dyin' to live Shout out Space this my year (This my year) Niggas ain't steppers, they shooting in fear (Shooting in fear) I really suit up and go out to kill (Go out to kill) If you don't come out, I ain't shooting your crib (I ain't shooting your crib Bae. what you want? Tell me who it is Want me or this money? Or way that I live? (Way that I live) Cutthroat, you know I'm slime, for real (Slime, for real) Street shit, it made me cry, for real
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