Hip-Hop/Rap
Knowing (feat. BigWalkDog)
by BiC Fizzle
Release Date:
2023-08-23
Lyrics
、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
