Rich Criminals BiC Fizzle (Ft. BIG30 & Cootie)
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[Intro]
(KJ, let the beat knock)
[Chorus: BiC Fizzle & BIG30]
Say, what's the issue? Bitch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals (Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' shit, you know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't tuckin' nothin' (Ain't tuckin' nothin' )
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)
[Verse 1: Cootie & BIG30]
Ayy, it's gangsters in my section, but these niggas know who run it (Uh-huh)
Bitch, we young, rich, and dangerous, we got choppers, bricks, and money (Choppers, bricks and money)
Yeah, everything a hundred (I know), drum hold a hundred (For sure)
Bitch, you know we lunchin', we ain't steppin', ho, we stompin' (God damn)
Bro, my dash say two hundred (For real), I can barely whip this bitch (Slow down)
I got rich and got thе big head, can't even lift thе bitch (God damn)
So much work inside the pot, I need two hands to whip this bitch (You lyin')
'Cause my Hurricane Mitch'll make it easier to flip (Talk to 'em)
It's the Cooter in this bitch, these niggas know I run the town (Facts)
They might think I'm welded to the floor the way I hold it down (God damn)
Ayy, these niggas think they want the smoke until we burn it down (Yeah)
In the steamer with that (Blrrrd), watch it (Blrrrd) cut 'em down, yeah
(KJ, let the beat knock)
[Chorus: BiC Fizzle & BIG30]
Say, what's the issue? Bitch, I'm thuggin' with rich criminals (Thuggin' with rich criminals)
Hop out with that blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd), two different Glocks, they look identical (Blrrrd, blrrrd, twin Glocks)
Public figure, still post in the hood like I'm invisible (Blrrrd)
But ain't nobody gon' touch a nigga, know this shit get physical (No, no)
It can go left, yeah, poppin' shit, you know I fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Diamonds dancin', plus I'm clutchin', I ain't tuckin' nothin' (Ain't tuckin' nothin' )
SRT, fast car, supercharged up (Blrrrd, vroom)
Fuck around and hit a curb tryna grab dust (Skrrt)
[Verse 1: Cootie & BIG30]
Ayy, it's gangsters in my section, but these niggas know who run it (Uh-huh)
Bitch, we young, rich, and dangerous, we got choppers, bricks, and money (Choppers, bricks and money)
Yeah, everything a hundred (I know), drum hold a hundred (For sure)
Bitch, you know we lunchin', we ain't steppin', ho, we stompin' (God damn)
Bro, my dash say two hundred (For real), I can barely whip this bitch (Slow down)
I got rich and got thе big head, can't even lift thе bitch (God damn)
So much work inside the pot, I need two hands to whip this bitch (You lyin')
'Cause my Hurricane Mitch'll make it easier to flip (Talk to 'em)
It's the Cooter in this bitch, these niggas know I run the town (Facts)
They might think I'm welded to the floor the way I hold it down (God damn)
Ayy, these niggas think they want the smoke until we burn it down (Yeah)
In the steamer with that (Blrrrd), watch it (Blrrrd) cut 'em down, yeah
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