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both ways - bic fizzle lyrics

[intro: bic fizzle]
(ain’t that dj chose over there? mm, look like dj chose)
uh*uh, uh*uh

[chorus: bic fizzle]
yo’ chain real, yo’ watch real, how the f*ck you n*ggas fake (how the f*ck you n*ggas fake?)
yo’ water gone, yo’ n*gga dead, how the f*ck yo’ opps sane? (sane)
my money straight, my people straight, but i like my b*tches g*y (g*y)
gave my main ho, hate my side b*tch, but for me, they gon’ go both ways (both ways)
ayy, klan (klan), klan (klan)
if my n*ggas die, yo’ n*ggas die, you know this go both ways (both ways)
phew, phew, phew, yeah
b*tch, you crossed me out, i been in them streets
yo’ ass better look both ways (both ways)
[verse 1: bic fizzle]
hey, hey, i’m the top shotta (top shotta)
both choppas did afghanistan, ready for all problems (all problems)
might pop it off and get it started, but i don’t argue (don’t argue)
shootin’ from different hood might get you knocked off by your partner (by your friend)
revolver pop your collar, ‘member rockin’ aéropostale (aéropostale)
won’t hit me up if i go back, prolly won’t even holler (won’t even holler)
still on the front block like shaq ’cause i need every dollar (every penny)
got 30 glocks, stack like money for all my imposters (for all my—)
know i’m blow (huh?), that somethin’ off the rip, won’t let you get up close to me (get up close to me)
keep havin’ dreams, i let a p*ssy n*gga get up close up and squeeze (won’t let ’em go)
gotta be dreamin’, ’cause you know that pistol stay tucked in my jeans (it stays, huh?)
you get at me, i get at you, that’s just how it supposed to be (that’s how it is, boy)
hey, my*mine a shooter, take somethin’ with me ‘fore i leave (take somethin’ with me)
i gotta get them m’s, pop’s crib and ice a team (huh?)
we the reason the p*wnshop out of them .223’s
make a diss song about klan, it ain’t gon’ stop until you t’d

[chorus: bic fizzle]
yo’ chain real, yo’ watch real, how the f*ck you n*ggas fake (how the f*ck you n*ggas fake?)
yo’ water gone, yo’ n*gga dead, how the f*ck yo’ opps sane? (sane)
my money straight, my people straight, but i like my b*tches g*y (g*y)
gave my main ho, hate my side b*tch, but for me, they gon’ go both ways (both ways)
ayy, klan (klan), klan (klan)
if my n*ggas die, yo’ n*ggas die, you know this go both ways (both ways)
phew, phew, phew, yeah
b*tch, you crossed me out, i been in them streets
yo’ ass better look both ways (both ways)
[verse 2: nocap]
computers, they positioned, we who pull up, shoot ’til it’s cl!ckin’
like wi*fi, we connected, we who pull up, shoot ’til it’s glitchin’
i’m out here on my own, but hit the road and sell out these shows
i cut my hair, i’m wavin’ in, they got me back in that mode
that money got my motherf*cking palms itching
i don’t know how i still got the world in it
don’t talk on apple phones, got hitters from a bill way to arkansas
like chris, i gotta keep it tucked, and shut up, let that money talk
for all them darkest times, mama, you can smile
’cause your son up, your son up now
i come from where they jealous, money get you buried, yeah, yeah
bro ‘posed to came home, but he hit up his celly, yeah, yeah
go shoot a kyrie irving, everything he do for the net
i know this b*tch don’t like me, she just like this chain on my neck
i need my money, bet by 12 tonight or i’m done with yo’ ass
nocap the main bird, shouldn’t be no problem bringing me bread
if wop was here, he’d probably be right with me blowin’ donuts
don’t steal or reach for this, you have them doctors turn you over
if they don’t remember nothin’ else, they gon’ remember this
if jeweley shine, then money good, that n*gga still a b*tch

- bic fizzle lyrics

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