BiC Fizzle - Rich Criminals (feat. Cootie, BIG30) lyrics

(KJ, let the beat knock)

Say, what's the issue? Bitch
I'm thuggin' with rich criminals
(Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd
(Blrrrd, blrrrd) , two different Glocks
They look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd
Twin Glocks) public figure
Still post in the hood like I'm invisible
(Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga
Know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' shit
You know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin'
I ain't tuckin' nothin'
(Ain't tuckin' nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up
(Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust
(Skrrt)

Ayy, it's gangsters in my section
But these niggas know who run it (Uh, huh)
Bitch, we young, rich, and dangerous
We got choppers, bricks, and money
(Choppers, bricks and money)
Yeah, everything a hundred
(I know) , drum hold a hundred (For sure)
Bitch, you know we lunchin'
We ain't steppin', ho, we stompin'
(God damn) bro, my dash say two hundred
(For real)
I can barely whip this bitch (Slow down)
I got rich and got the big head
Can't even lift the bitch (God damn)
So much work inside the pot
I need two hands to whip this bitch
(You lyin')
'Cause, my Hurricane Mitch'll make
It easier to flip (Talk to 'em)
It's the Cooter in this bitch
These niggas know I run the town (Facts)
They might think I'm welded to the floor
The way I hold it down (God damn)
Ayy, these niggas think they want the
Smoke until we burn it down (yeah)
In the steamer with that
(Blrrrd) , watch it (Blrrrd) cut 'em down
Yeah

Say, what's the issue? Bitch
I'm thuggin' with rich criminals
(Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd
(Blrrrd, blrrrd) , two different Glocks
They look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd
Twin Glocks) public figure
Still post in the hood like I'm invisible
(Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga
Know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' shit
You know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin'
I ain't tuckin' nothin'
(Ain't tuckin' nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up
(Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust
(Skrrt)

Hit your club, you better not grab nothin'
(Grab nothin')
My lil' nigga fresh up out the hole
Say he just stabbed somethin'
(Say he just stabbed somethin')
Flawless diamonds hittin' up off my neck
(Ice, ice) , shit cost to scatter some (Ice)
Bitch, it's Thanksgiving in September
Got turkey bags, come grab one
(Come get one, blrrrd)
Popped out with the cooter (Strap)
Strapped in the show with a Uzi (The cooter)
Fizzle, he be trippin' like he don't rap
He the shooter (Blrrrd, the shooter)
Ayy, my Glock got a cable
Box, press a button, shoot a movie
(Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
And drop BIG30 in your club
Bet that ho get to movin' (Get to movin')
Ayy, that chopper hit his body
Twist him up like curly fry (Fry)
My nigga bangin' Blood, he say he boolin'
Bertified (Bertified)
But 30, know he Crippin', Choppa Gang
He certified (Ayy, ayy, I'm certified)
I'm CMO, I'm GMO, ayy, tell 'em
"Free them guys, " blrrrd, blrrrd
(Free the guys)

Say, what's the issue? Bitch
I'm thuggin' with rich criminals
(Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd
(Blrrrd, blrrrd) , two different Glocks
They look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd
Twin Glocks) public figure
Still post in the hood like I'm invisible
(Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga
Know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' shit
You know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin'
I ain't tuckin' nothin'
(Ain't tuckin' nothin')
SRT, fast car, supercharged up
(Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust
(Skrrt)