BiC Fizzle, Sett - Ndranghet lyrics

(Once again I'm locked in with TP
We finna make a hit) yeah, nigga, fuck nigga
Yeah, triple cross the Crook
X on any nigga 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?

Backup shooters, I dump, they dump
My nigga is a motherfucker, he got luck
S-L-U-M-P, you slumped
Triple G hit shit, nigga, 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 shit, make a nigga ass fucked
Put niggas in graves, you stuck
Fuck with my gang, we ain't showin' no love
Say he the plug, fuck 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?
Dumb, all the tweakin', shot him for fun
Broke my new Five-seveN into pieces
No longer with me, this ain't a pump

Fishbowl, get up close, we get active
This fully Drac' knock his ass up in tragic
Fuck The Opps Crazy
We ain't duckin' no statics
In and out and down, we
That Drac' boy stealin' my style
I ain't dissin' shit global
He heard 'bout the nigga went missin'
Hop out this bully truck, we all hittin'
Them speeds boys get 'em cars
Them niggas turtles
We ain't pickin' no smoke
They all get hearses
Jumpin' jacks, niggas jumpin' like hurdles
I'm still active, bop your car, get a purse
Let me get it, I need that merch
All-black Drac', it came with a burst
Every time in opp block, my diamond hit first
I'm standin' on 3, nigga, this my turf
Everything go against this
Nigga gettin' hurt

Head on collision, we bullies in a circle
For real, they firin'
Spin back and we hurt 'em
I seen a shot out, swing through the curb
Four deep, hop out
These bitches gon' murk 'em
Red dot, headshot, crease him
Fry that boy head like Church's
He got his location on
Tss, he a rookie, know we be doin' shit dirty
(Dirty)

Backup shooters, I dump, they dump
My nigga is a motherfucker, he got luck
S-L-U-M-P, you slumped
Triple G hit shit, nigga, 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 shit, make a nigga ass fucked
Put niggas in graves, you stuck
Fuck with my gang, we ain't showin' no love
Say he the plug, fuck 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?
Dumb, all the tweakin', shot him for fun
Broke my new Five-seveN into pieces
No longer with me, this ain't a pump

Listen these blocks, they'll tell you we hot
When I got the switch, first week one shot
Smackin' these bitches, I just be pickin'
Still in the kitchen over the pot
I caught the blick, cook the
Cake, come and get it
Rah rah pop out with it stoppin' your clock
You can't compare to us
You ain't slimin' us
Take that boy for a work in his watch
(Work in his watch)