BiC Fizzle, Gwapo - We Got It lyrics
[BiC Fizzle, Gwapo - We Got It lyrics]
(Lately I'm beginning to see signs)
(That you got leavin' me on your mind)
(I get a cold-cold feel when I touch you)
(It's hard to face, but I know the truth)
(You see, the handwritin' is on the wall)
(Just looked up and read it all)
You gettin' ready to call it off
(Ayy, Gbox, keep that fuckin that beat up)
The handwritin' is on the wall
(Say, Cam, what the fuck poppin', nigga?)
Big Backwood, shit full of 'xotic (Zaza)
Whatever you need, come get it, we got it
(We got it)
I smoke 'za and get out of my body
This chopper I'm foldin'
This bitch roll body (Brrt)
Spray this ho up, I kill everybody
We ain't have shit but a Glock and a shotty
Me and right hand still got shit poppin'
(Free RahRah) finna move the wrong way
On the lick keep droppin' (He gone)
These niggas tellin', they know
I'm a convicted fеlon
I promise I won't let 'em gеt me
Stay out the way, tryna run
Up a whole lotta cake
Carry rumors around with a fifty
(Shh, no cap) whole lotta straps in the car
Jit nigga contest smoke as I'm
Finna hit up the city
He bought some gun, better go get some more
When it come to them sticks, boy
I swear we got plenty
I want a mill', I'ma get
It however, good Lord
Protect and forgive me for sinnin'
Boy, this a message, you better
Get your shit together
I ain't stoppin' 'til my niggas winning
(Shh) he not the gang, can't hang
Don't come around me
You weren't there every day when we spinnin'
Fuck any nigga that claim he don't like
Me, I bet he won't tell me
That's just how I'm feeling (Fuck him)
Most of these niggas turned me to
A villain, comin' up way harder
I was robbin' and stealin' (No cap)
1017, now I'm juggin' and
Dealin', finessin' the city
Just right hand with me (Right hand)
Two Glocks with nines and the Glock with
A fifty, murder on my mind
Shootin' shit 'til it's empty (Go get 'em)
I mean, I slide with the guys if we tempted
I'm tryna kill somethin'
(Ayy, look) , nigga
Fuck on a tender (BiC Fizzle)
556s and Glock with extension (Extension)
Whatever you need, place the order
Come get it (Come get it)
Still in the trenches with
Choppers and glizzy
If you want smoke, let me know, we can get it
(Let's get it)
I made a vow talkin' buy mom a house
(Uh) , so I'm stuck in the trap tryna
Run up a million (Run up a mill', bitch)
I told Klan we ballin' forever
We gon' stick together
(On God) , better not go against it
I'm headfirst, Fizzle never been timid
(No, ho) , my butt sweat
But that's just my adrenaline (Ayy)
Know I'm protectin' the bread
(yeah) , better think with your head
I crash on a bitch 'bout a penny (Bah)
Niggas don't bother me 'cause
I ain't friendly
(Huh) , plus I ain't stingy
They know I spend it (I spend that shit)
Really a product that come out the
Trenches, got bags of exotic
You want it? Come get it (Come get it)
Big Backwood, shit full of 'xotic (Zaza)
Whatever you need, come get it, we got it
(We got it)
I smoke 'za and get out of my body
This chopper I'm foldin'
This bitch roll body (Brrt)
Spray this ho up, I kill everybody
We ain't have shit but a Glock and a shotty
Me and right hand still got shit poppin'
(Free RahRah) finna move the wrong way
On the lick keep droppin' (He gone)
(That you got leavin' me on your mind)
(I get a cold-cold feel when I touch you)
(It's hard to face, but I know the truth)
(You see, the handwritin' is on the wall)
(Just looked up and read it all)
You gettin' ready to call it off
(Ayy, Gbox, keep that fuckin that beat up)
The handwritin' is on the wall
(Say, Cam, what the fuck poppin', nigga?)
Big Backwood, shit full of 'xotic (Zaza)
Whatever you need, come get it, we got it
(We got it)
I smoke 'za and get out of my body
This chopper I'm foldin'
This bitch roll body (Brrt)
Spray this ho up, I kill everybody
We ain't have shit but a Glock and a shotty
Me and right hand still got shit poppin'
(Free RahRah) finna move the wrong way
On the lick keep droppin' (He gone)
These niggas tellin', they know
I'm a convicted fеlon
I promise I won't let 'em gеt me
Stay out the way, tryna run
Up a whole lotta cake
Carry rumors around with a fifty
(Shh, no cap) whole lotta straps in the car
Jit nigga contest smoke as I'm
Finna hit up the city
He bought some gun, better go get some more
When it come to them sticks, boy
I swear we got plenty
I want a mill', I'ma get
It however, good Lord
Protect and forgive me for sinnin'
Boy, this a message, you better
Get your shit together
I ain't stoppin' 'til my niggas winning
(Shh) he not the gang, can't hang
Don't come around me
You weren't there every day when we spinnin'
Fuck any nigga that claim he don't like
Me, I bet he won't tell me
That's just how I'm feeling (Fuck him)
Most of these niggas turned me to
A villain, comin' up way harder
I was robbin' and stealin' (No cap)
1017, now I'm juggin' and
Dealin', finessin' the city
Just right hand with me (Right hand)
Two Glocks with nines and the Glock with
A fifty, murder on my mind
Shootin' shit 'til it's empty (Go get 'em)
I mean, I slide with the guys if we tempted
I'm tryna kill somethin'
(Ayy, look) , nigga
Fuck on a tender (BiC Fizzle)
556s and Glock with extension (Extension)
Whatever you need, place the order
Come get it (Come get it)
Still in the trenches with
Choppers and glizzy
If you want smoke, let me know, we can get it
(Let's get it)
I made a vow talkin' buy mom a house
(Uh) , so I'm stuck in the trap tryna
Run up a million (Run up a mill', bitch)
I told Klan we ballin' forever
We gon' stick together
(On God) , better not go against it
I'm headfirst, Fizzle never been timid
(No, ho) , my butt sweat
But that's just my adrenaline (Ayy)
Know I'm protectin' the bread
(yeah) , better think with your head
I crash on a bitch 'bout a penny (Bah)
Niggas don't bother me 'cause
I ain't friendly
(Huh) , plus I ain't stingy
They know I spend it (I spend that shit)
Really a product that come out the
Trenches, got bags of exotic
You want it? Come get it (Come get it)
Big Backwood, shit full of 'xotic (Zaza)
Whatever you need, come get it, we got it
(We got it)
I smoke 'za and get out of my body
This chopper I'm foldin'
This bitch roll body (Brrt)
Spray this ho up, I kill everybody
We ain't have shit but a Glock and a shotty
Me and right hand still got shit poppin'
(Free RahRah) finna move the wrong way
On the lick keep droppin' (He gone)