BiC Fizzle - Clarity lyrics

Yeah, what the fuck, nigga? Run that back
Don't play with me yeah, huh
What the fuck, nigga? BiC Fizzle (Drvmlord)
Ayy, yeah

Down to Earth, brother put in work
So don't cross that line
Put a fully on my AR and
It's with me every time
I fuck your shooter, I got shooters too
Not including myself
Grab that bitch from off the shelf
Before I do anything else
This ho hit my line, I push "Decline"
I know it's 'bout some bullshit
Bitch, I make this money
You can't tell me what to do with it
I be on that fooley shit
A veteran, I'm not new to this
Broccoli, cheddar cheese
Clientele, stupid lick
You can't sell yo' work, I add my taxes
Come back and double the pit
Stay out my way like Ludacris
Bitch, make some space
Don't fuck with this shit
Burberry with shot, twenty-three my kicks
Dude at work, on some, he acting a bitch
I'm young and turnt, but still'll hit a lick
Makin' serves on the first
On the curve with a knick

VVS clarity, how could she curve me?
You know these dog-ass hoes ain't shit
I catch a rapper and strip him out everything
Don't come around me flexin' your kicks
I'm with the robbers, they with the shit's
Way he feelin', send me a blick
Michael Corleone, mafia shit
Headshot Gang, pop me a bitch
Roll up a trollz, zaza, meth
Walk the boy home, full as a TEC
We on the road, too many straps
Follow that black truck, you in the trap
I'm fresh as hell, I ain't even snap
These all facts, can't even cap
RP meds, I'm slumped on the lap
My location out, don't get caught on the Snap