[Chorus: BiC Fizzle, Cootie & BigXthaPlug] Bitch, I'm stupid fly I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars Big house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star 'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shooting stars I got far from playing my cards right (Ayy), young nigga super smart
[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug] Ayy, pull up in the Ghost, they say that boy there do the most I don't want conversation if it ain't 'bout paper or these shows No, I ain't beefing wit' 'em, half the time, they beefing 'bout these hoes They ain't got motion, I'm the type to hit the gear and lose control, vroom Boy, don't make the news thinkin' you gangster or you cool I'm super solid, nigga play with me and get sent to the moon You know I got it, nigga, seven beds, a ho in every room Just got these jewels from Johnny, shit Dasani, wetter than a pool Ooh, electric and I'm smooth, bitch, I been turnt since I left school That SRT, just swapped it for a Scat, you know I do the fool Been on the road, stay on the move, we jukin', jivin', dodgin' rules A nigga say that he done ever robbed me, must been April fools
[Chorus: BiC Fizzle & Cootie] Bitch, I'm stupid fly I just switched the drip, threw on my Forces with a suit and tie Diamonds hit up, chandelier, you play and you won't see tomorrow Moving like the mob, we driving fast inside these fancy cars Big house, three-car garage, I'm living large, you should've seen a star 'Za got me stupid high, BiC Fizzle feelin' super fly Wockesha in one liter, got me floatin', bitch, I'm on planet Mars No, we ain't far from the M's, them young niggas some shooting stars I got far from playing my cards right, young nigga super smart
[Verse 2: Cootie & BiC Fizzle] Solo in that two-door, super fly, plus, I'm the hero Juiced up, feed my ego, yeah, you know I got that lingo I was out there, I was too broke Now I'm out there with the white folks Invest in so much real estate, can't see my bank get too low Remember praying for a come up, I was hustlin' for the bills Now I live that life, a different whip at every crib Invested in a truck, I get a check without the deal Real trap nigga, 'member I was hustlin' out the crib Risktaker, but you know that come with how I live I'm a bitch taker, all I do is smile and she come here I been winning for some years, lil' nigga, let's just keep it clear You can't catch this SRT, fuck around and get left up in the rear (BiC Fizzle)
[Verse 3: BiC Fizzle] Juiced up full of dough, I'm feeling good, so hide your ho Drip from head to toe, attention when I hit the door I don't do features if you ain't paying the fee That's somethin' that you should know Did it fast and fled the scene, say he got hit up by a ghost, poof Two-door this a coupe, I ain't solo, got your boo Bust her down, can't get her off me, this ho stuck like super glue Straight to the top, I ain't need no wings but you can say BiC Fizzle flew 1K 4L, this shit ain't new, been like that since middle school I'm a real nigga Come straight out that bottom, he a problem They can't deal with 'em Gossip like these hoes, these niggas bitches I can't deal with 'em Record label come, I need a mill' or I can't deal wit' 'em Keep that Tommy on me like I'm HilfigerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
