On God BiC Fizzle (Ft. Cootie & Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ha
Fizzle, go

[Verse 1: BiC Fizzle & Gucci Mane]
Za, my body don't focus
Really been runnin' up commas, you notice?
Right on the block where I'm posted
How he a trapper, play sports, and a poet? (Huh?)
1017, I'm with Wop and them boys
Fizzle a minor, but far from the boards
Still in the hood, goin' fast in them tours
Straight out the woods, hear that shit in my voice (Ew)
Step in, step out, one feet in the industry, one in the trap
Backside stretchin', I'm doggin' her out
Teach you a lesson, that's just like the math
Calculate, pound after pound after pound
Re-up, I get 'em gone outta town
Feet up, step on a nigga, he frown
So Icy Fizzle, the talk of the town, on God
I'm from the bottom, I beat all the odds
I watched scammers get rich off fraud
Glock .43 front seat when I ride
Lean to the side, after robbin', I slide (Damn)
Straight out the jungle, that youngin' survived
That hunger and hustle, it's stuck in his eyes
Switch on the blick, now it rapidly firin'
Claimin' they step, but niggas be lyin', on God