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legend - bic fizzle lyrics

[intro: bic fizzle]
mm*mm (that’s some krishtall)
uh, uh
ayy, yeah (lizgin got this beat)

[chorus: bic fizzle]
say, b*tch, i’m a menace, a robber, whatever you call it, i gotta get guala
comin’ from poverty, setting up robberies, since a young n*gga, them b*tches wan’ bother me
wanted a knife so bad, i fell on my ass, got up, put my feet on the throttle
i was f*cked up, dreamin’ how i’ma pop it
whenever i’m up, look at that, perfect timing
all this ice on, it came from grindin’
my lil’ one a menace, i lose it, i’m robbin’
i think my pockets big, both of ’em got it
i know how to buss it, no playing, no arguing
strapped up, gotta have switches in cali’
you know we flying with sticks in miami
i got them bl!ckys when i’m out in dallas
atlanta, at home when i’m chillin’ in blathers
[verse 1: cootie]
came up from nothing, i know my people proud of me
i used to trap out the house sellin’ half a g
now i got grocery bags like kroger, these n*ggas hatin’, i don’t even know ’em
right when they think i’m a ho, i’ma show some’
hop out in foursome, that’s finna blow some’
i come from robbery, who can i blame?
coming from nothin’ made the young n*gga grow up
just rent the one, two, three, four, check
tryna find what i’ma cop with the next one
you know it’s shaken, i tec, might tell you my next, but now i pop out with my bands on
you know i stand what i bang, stand on what i claim, finna print that sh*t on my bezel
i ain’t did sh*t, guessing you not a stepper
cooped up the h*llcat, left in a sprinter (alright, look)

[verse 2: bic fizzle]
woke up this morning, my pistol on side of me
gotta be dreamin’, i’m thinking ’bout bodies
boduh was forty, he rollin’ exotic, i cut the ho off, i can’t fix all your body
i gave ‘erm chance and chance to get in the front, somehow they still ended behind me
i need a chime, let me hit up the barber
play in the chop, i’ma give you a lining
criss*cross, sit down, empty your pockets
shiesty, he move, put the 9 on his noggin
i done came up, ho callin’ me c*cky
i ain’t changed sh*t but my t**th and these wallets
pup*pup, pass ’em, ‘za in the ‘wood
just made 20k sittin’ in my hood
big ass choppa, go ‘head, do it
might get away, but i’ma coming back to it
ayy
[verse 3: 1k’jizzle]
pick ’bout five in the a with my n*ggas
boy, you not a gangster, you n*ggas pretenders (uh)
tough on the block, we got ‘bows in the spot
if you want it, come shop, hit up cootie, he center (on god)
sixteen, he a menace, rapping, got plenty
just hit the mall, poppin’ sh*t up in lenox
post on a block, tell a f*ck n*gga, “spin it”
don*dada my slimes, do the bl!cks if i send it
where a young n*gga poppin’ his sh*t from the trenches
grew up where we had to go out and get it
life was a b*tch, i ain’t never had sh*t, now i’m sittin’ back chillin’, plottin’ on a million
i wanna race mom dukes in the business
two brothers, stack c, gotta change how i’m livin’
drugs in my cup, this sh*t f*ck with my kidneys
1200, 1k, i’ma step ’til i finish (yeah)

- bic fizzle lyrics

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