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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BiC Fizzle
BiC Fizzle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christoffer Marcussen
Christoffer Marcussen
Songwriter
Jeremiah Northern
Jeremiah Northern
Songwriter
Julian Hecker
Julian Hecker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Al Isler
Al Isler
Mastering Engineer
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Palaze
Palaze
Producer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
Ouhboy
Ouhboy
Producer

Στίχοι

This ain't no diss, I'm talkin' shit For every one of you niggas that think it is, then bitch it is Dancin' in the dark with that two-three and tinted click Everything I ever wanted, scratched it off the list And for them pocket watchers joggers, bitch, I'm still having shit Pulled off the lot like, "Skrrt!", made the back of that bitch kiss Send a BiC with a bad bitch, I'm rollin' weed, she sucking dick Bugatti with the 1K on just to let it gliss Kill a whale up in that water, bitch, I eat up all the fish Niggas out here stealing flows and call themselves the G.O.A.T I walk along, but you know Clar and them be everywhere I go If I'm by mysеlf I got to have choppa somewherе close And nigga, you know how that go, it's like the Devil on my shoulder Demons walking with me, pistol on my lap, pray 'cause I be sinning They was showing love, it wasn't no hate in the beginning I guess when you get some recognition niggas get to switching, on my mama son Teary Ray the youngest done Once a million dollars as a toddler, knew I wanted one Careful flip and I count dollar for dollar, turn me to a robber Me, Jizzle and AJ on the block looking for lick, come here, go find 'em In my backpack kept a binder, it was full of ruble Raw Raw was the youngest but he always had the biggest strap Niggas tryna keep up with the clan, we still runnin' laps You get mad, I hear them rumors What the fuck you talking about? Dark outside the house, soon as he out, uh, knock 'em down But you know he ain't clearing it with the brand, don't even come around My young niggas fucked up, they tie you up and take your pounds He on that every time, I got to make it home safe and sound This ain't no diss, I'm talkin' shit For every one of you niggas that think it is, then bitch it is Dancin' in the dark with that two-three and tinted click Everything I ever wanted, scratched it off the list And for them pocket watchers joggers, bitch, I'm still having shit Pulled off the lot like, "Skrrt!", made the back of that bitch kiss Send a BiC with a bad bitch, I'm rollin' weed, she sucking dick Bugatti with the 1K on just to let it gliss Kill a whale up in that water, bitch, I eat up all the fish
Writer(s): Christoffer Marcussen, Julian Hecker, Jeremiah Northern Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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