BiC Fizzle - TrapMania (feat. Gucci Mane, Cootie) lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BiC Fizzle - TrapMania feat. Gucci Mane, Cootie lyrics]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) 1017
So Icey Boys that boy Fizzle
870 trench baby
You know the struggle raised me
Bein' broke ain't turned me down
That shit just got me motivated ivory loud
Got on my shit and put my
Foot on all my haters (Uh, huh)
Money stackin' up in layers
Look like I play for the Lakers (Well damn)
We gon' fuck from nine to five like
This your job or I'ma trade ya
I won't waste none of your time or mine
I'd rather chase some paper
Trappin' too hard in the hood
I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors
(Woo)
Like that young nigga too hot out here
He got so many flavors
I worked hard for what I got
So I won't let no nigga take it (No)
Wock' mix with my phantom pop
It got me movin' like the matrix
Know this shit 1K 4L, see
We got millions on the table
223 find our traces
Cross that line and Fizzle face it (Boom)
(Shh, who's that?) It's the Cooter (Huh)
Grab the fork and twerk it, twist it
Twirl it like some noodles (Woo, skrrt)
I'm a big dog
Fuck I look like runnin' with some poodles?
You might think this was a pool hall
Just look at all these shooters (Damn)
It's a celebration, bitch
Another trapper made it my ho jealous, bruh
I think my plug even hatin' (Wow)
I'm tired of niggas fuckin' up
Then cryin' 'cause they can't pay me
They don't know who did it
But the nigga family still hate me (What?)
You can't tell us nothin', bitch
(No) , you see we made it out them trenches
In the game ballin' hard, bitch
We finally off them benches (Go)
The caption read, "We winnin'
" with the trophy on the ending (Woo)
My girl jealous, say the Glock get more
Attention than extended (Go)
I can show you how to flip
A fifty to a million (yeah)
I got the Midas touch
They say I'm somethin' like a magician
(Voilà) i dropped the top, I'm chillin'
Now my car ain't got no ceiling (Pew)
Don't put your hands on Guwop or
Your limbs won't have no feeling (Damn)
CEO 'bout business
It's been blushin' 'bout this pendant
And you can't work the brand unless
You gon' stand on the business
I can't take you serious
It's all fiction in your lyrics (Damn)
Your rap so fuckin' cap
Not even your partner wanna hear it (Wow)
Straight from Arkansas
Just gave these young niggas a chance (yeah)
And how you call them country when
My young niggas got bands? (Racks)
We ballin' in Miami, yeah
I'm rockin' with the clan (Go)
And I can't do no dancin'
All this money in my pants (Gucci)
Ha
So Icey Boys that boy Fizzle
870 trench baby
You know the struggle raised me
Bein' broke ain't turned me down
That shit just got me motivated ivory loud
Got on my shit and put my
Foot on all my haters (Uh, huh)
Money stackin' up in layers
Look like I play for the Lakers (Well damn)
We gon' fuck from nine to five like
This your job or I'ma trade ya
I won't waste none of your time or mine
I'd rather chase some paper
Trappin' too hard in the hood
I'm gettin' complaints from all the neighbors
(Woo)
Like that young nigga too hot out here
He got so many flavors
I worked hard for what I got
So I won't let no nigga take it (No)
Wock' mix with my phantom pop
It got me movin' like the matrix
Know this shit 1K 4L, see
We got millions on the table
223 find our traces
Cross that line and Fizzle face it (Boom)
(Shh, who's that?) It's the Cooter (Huh)
Grab the fork and twerk it, twist it
Twirl it like some noodles (Woo, skrrt)
I'm a big dog
Fuck I look like runnin' with some poodles?
You might think this was a pool hall
Just look at all these shooters (Damn)
It's a celebration, bitch
Another trapper made it my ho jealous, bruh
I think my plug even hatin' (Wow)
I'm tired of niggas fuckin' up
Then cryin' 'cause they can't pay me
They don't know who did it
But the nigga family still hate me (What?)
You can't tell us nothin', bitch
(No) , you see we made it out them trenches
In the game ballin' hard, bitch
We finally off them benches (Go)
The caption read, "We winnin'
" with the trophy on the ending (Woo)
My girl jealous, say the Glock get more
Attention than extended (Go)
I can show you how to flip
A fifty to a million (yeah)
I got the Midas touch
They say I'm somethin' like a magician
(Voilà) i dropped the top, I'm chillin'
Now my car ain't got no ceiling (Pew)
Don't put your hands on Guwop or
Your limbs won't have no feeling (Damn)
CEO 'bout business
It's been blushin' 'bout this pendant
And you can't work the brand unless
You gon' stand on the business
I can't take you serious
It's all fiction in your lyrics (Damn)
Your rap so fuckin' cap
Not even your partner wanna hear it (Wow)
Straight from Arkansas
Just gave these young niggas a chance (yeah)
And how you call them country when
My young niggas got bands? (Racks)
We ballin' in Miami, yeah
I'm rockin' with the clan (Go)
And I can't do no dancin'
All this money in my pants (Gucci)
Ha