Get Down Gang BiC Fizzle (Ft. Li Rye)

[Intro]
(That's some Krishtall)

[Chorus: BiC Fizzle]
Ayy, bust it out the wrapper, four way or better (Four way)
I can show you how to run up some cheddar (Some money)
Mini AR on the dresser
Screamin', "1Klan," while I stretch your old lady, aggressive
Know I'm a big trendsetter
Mask up, put a boy on the stretcher (On the stretcher)
Packs in, I'm smoking on pressure (On pressure)
Bad bitch with me, gon' do what I tell her

[Verse 1: BiC Fizzle]
Too young and ruthless, so niggas don't fuck with me (Don't fuck with me), I'm still good where you niggas can't post up (Can't post up)
You ain't on shit, nigga, stop gettin' your hope up (Huh?)
Give me a reason, somebody gettin' tore up (Gettin' tore up)
Dolce Gabbana and Louis, I'm mixin' shit up just to pop on a bitch when I show up
Money and guns, we too influenced
Walk on the beat, but I step on your son
It ain't no rules, we fuck over you, catch your ass out of bounds, shoot you and the ref' (Murder one)
Glock 26 with a switch in my belt (Cash, grrt)
Gon' flash when I up off the side of my hip
I got more bullets than Brady
Mask up on a boy like Jason (Like Jason)
Run down, I don't really got patience (No patience)
I'm tryna get closer, put somethin' on the pavement, bah
Ayy, woah (Woah), all this drank, boy, I better not cough (No coughin')
Had the condom and still went raw (Went raw)
Hold slow when I fuck, I'll spit in her mouth (Pew, pew)
In the trap, go pound for pound (Pound)
Miss a play, gotta get back in town (Like Vegas)
Dirty thirty my everyday carry, I'm ready to up and put somethin' in the ground (I stamp it)
Better smile when you see me, don't frown (Don't frown, boy)
Clique up, I'ma shoot up your crowd (Get down, boy)
Gang members on go, no yap (No yap)
Walk down, I ain't shootin' no house (I stamp it)