BiC Fizzle, BigWalkDog - Knowing lyrics

Phew, phew, phew

Ayy, BiC Fizzle let's go
I been going hard, I know 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, fuck it, I'm here
(Fuck it, I'm here)
New shit, don't know how to drive this here
Ayy, fear of God, that's the only God I fear
Ayy, Rome, we gon' make it down that drill
Ayy, nigga want clout, so they dyin' to live
Shout out Space, ayy, this my year
(This my year) niggas ain't steppin'
But 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 what? Tell me who it is


Want me or this money? Or way that I live?
(Way that I live)
Cutthroat, you know I'm slimey, for real
(Slimey, for real)
Street shit, it made me cry, for real

You know we killers, so why try?
(So why try?)
Sorry, God, I ain't even hurt nobody
(I ain't even hurt nobody)
Kameal sixteen, when 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)
Feel it hot, nigga shot where the spot at
(Where the spot at)
Slangin' iron, tryna catch me a prospect
(Tryna Catch me a-)
I been chasing that money
That hand I was dealt
Fucked 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 know 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, fuck it, I'm here
(Fuck it, I'm here)
New shit, don't know how to drive this here
Ayy, fear of God, that's the only God I fear
Ayy, Rome, we gon' make it down that drill
Ayy, nigga want clout, so they dyin' to live
Shout out Space, ayy, this my year
(This my year) niggas ain't steppin'
But 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 what? Tell me who it is
Want me or this money? Or way that I live?
(Way that I live)
Cutthroat, you know I'm slimey, for real
(Slimey, 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, then 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 in 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 know 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, fuck it, I'm here
(Fuck it, I'm here)
New shit, don't know how to drive this here
Ayy, fear of God, that's the only God I fear
Ayy, Rome, we gon' make it down that drill
Ayy, nigga want clout, so they dyin' to live
Shout out Space, ayy, this my year
(This my year) niggas ain't steppin'
But 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 what? Tell me who it is
Want me or this money? Or way that I live?
(Way that I live)
Cutthroat, you know I'm slimey, for real
(Slimey, for real)
Street shit, it made me cry, for real