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ndranghet - bic fizzle lyrics

[intro: sett]
(once again i’m locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)
yeah, n*gga, f*ck n*gga
yeah, triple cross the crook
x on any n*gga that play, that try me
you know we take high risk (ain’t no tryin’ me though)
ayy, risktaker, you don’t want this junt?

[verse 1: sett]
fifty ball, get up close, we get active
these fully dracs knock his ass up, attraction
f*ck the opps crazy, we ain’t duckin’ no statics
in and out out of bonds, we active
drac’ boy stealin’ my style, ain’t did sh*t
global, he heard ’bout the n*gga went missin’
hop out this bullet truck, we all hittin’
them speeds, boy, get ’em cars, them n*ggas turtles
we ain’t pickin’ no smoke, they all get he*rs*s
jumpin’ jacks, n*ggas jumpin’ like hurdles
i’m still active, pop your car, get a purse
let me get it, i need that merch
all black drac’, it came with a burst
every time we hop out, my diamond hit first
i’m standin’ on three, n*gga, this my turf
everything go against this, n*gga gettin’ hurt
[verse 2: bic fizzle]
head on collision, we bullies in a circle
for real, they finally spin back and we hurt ’em
i see a shadow, shoot through the curtain
four deep, hop out, these b*tches gon’ murk ’em
red dot, headshot, crease him
fry that boy ass like church’s
he got his location on
he a rookie, know we be doin’ sh*t dirty

[chorus: sett & bic fizzle]
backup shooters, i dump, they dump
my n*gga is a motherf*cker, ain’t got luck
s*l*u*m*p, you slumped
triple g hit sh*t, n*gga, off the love
a dub or a ten or we ain’t hit nothin’
say bread on my head, you ain’t got enough
we bag sh*t, make n*ggas’ ass funk
put n*ggas in graves, you stuck
f*ck with me, gang, we ain’t showin’ no love
say he the plug, f*ck it, put him in a trunk
slimin’ these boys ain’t costin’ me nothin’
caught him for dissin’, now he some runtz
choppers and switches, where you gon’ run?
don dada tweakin’, shot him for fun
broke my new five*seven into pieces, no longer with me, it’s in a pond
[verse 3: bic fizzle]
dissin’ these blocks, they’ll tell you we hot
when i got the switch, first week, one shot
smackin’ these b*tches, i just be pickin’
still in the kitchen over the pot
i caught the bl!ck, cook the cake, come and get it
rahrah pop out with it, stoppin’ your clock
you can’t compare to us, you ain’t slimin’ us, tell that boy f*ck work, just watch

- bic fizzle lyrics

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