BiC Fizzle feat. Big Yavo – Check
Lyrics Check – BiC Fizzle feat. Big Yavo I be wherever the check at, just left the bank I don’t go unless the check hit, uh Scratch this s**t off of my check list I’m tryna...
BiC Fizzle – B.A.N.
Lyrics B.A.N. – BiC Fizzle
Pardon me out of the trenches
But I still be in the streets
For all them b**ch a*s n**gas
Come on
For all them b**ch a*s n**gas, yeah
Whatever the G ring cost, you know it ain’t no change to me
I ain’t chasin’ no bride ’cause I’m letting money chase me
Take a look at the stars, I bet you get a glimpse of me
Pardon me out of the trenches, but I still be in the streets
For all them b**ch a*s n**gas
I don’t wanna talk ’cause I been really in my thoughts lately
Like how the f**k would of life been if BiC Fizzle ain’t make it
I ain’t tryna rap it with no n**ga, I am not Slim Shady
Take to pop out, tryna go slam ’bout what the f**k you sayin’
Thank God I ain’t no boop man
Slidin’ through, turn a n**ga to a hashtag
One shot, this must be your ass
Play a n**ga, we ain’t giving out no pass
And on my opps ways, pop my s**t
They used to put me last
Like I ain’t have no future
‘Cause I used to show out in class
And I can’t lie this lane fast
GTA, don’t mind the crash
Put a box on back my Glock
In case they trailin’ on my ass
Them old flash
Shoot the windshield out the whip
They’ll hit you, bet you crash
I put VVs on my teeth, before I leave the scene
Everybody in the room remember me
A young n**ga from the bottom
When you see ’em all, you see is Dee
Remember goin’ months without ’em
Now it’s Gucci on my feet
Won’t say a word, throw on my mask
Throw on them gloves, hop out and creep
Whatever the G ring cost, you know it ain’t no change to me
I ain’t chasin’ no bride ’cause I’m letting money chase me
Take a look at the stars, I bet you get a glimpse of me
Pardon me out of the trenches, but I still be in the streets
Yeah, for all them b**ch a*s n**gas, you hear me
Yeah, for all them b**ch a*s n**gas
No ammunition for them missin’, tryna T-shirt a n**ga
Remember hitting the block, dope and I socked ’em
Matched us some Swisher
Ain’t no weed, then where the liquor
F**king h*es in vacant houses
We was wildin’ when we were little
Granny house, just me and trap scheming
No plans to get richer
Then I go post on the eastest side
And rate me some killers
Swear I love all of my n**gas
Look, boy, you bet’ no touch ’em, uh
Since something go wrong, I’m clutchin’ mine
Drillin’, then get to rushin’
Rake out, then get to bussin’
Tryna put somethin’ on the oven
They know Fizzle a big dog
Them n**gas seen me come from nothin’
They seen me go put in that grime
I was rushin’, to be honest
Mister said just a couple times
All these diamonds don’t mean nothin’
Please, I show you I ain’t lyin’
I can diss it with my instinct
And start rapping right now
I still make sure my people straight
‘Cause that’s my only job
Whatever the G ring cost, you know it ain’t no change to me
I ain’t chasin’ no bride ’cause I’m letting money chase me
Take a look at the stars, I bet you get a glimpse of me
Pardon me out of the trenches, but I still be in the streets
Yeah, for all them b**ch a*s n**gas, you hear me
Clan business, you hear me
Haha, yup, b**ch, ayy, huh
For all you b**ch a*s n**gas, you hear me
Ayy, for all you b**ch a*s n**gas, you hear me
Ayy, for all you b**ch a*s n**gas
Yeah, for all you b**ch a*s n**gas
P**sy, ha…
Written by BiC Fizzle, Finch, Foreverolling & RicoRunDat
Produced by Finch, Foreverolling & RicoRunDat
BiC Fizzle | 2022
