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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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This ain't no diss, I'm talking shit
For every one of you **** that think it is, then bitch it is
Dancin' in the dark with that .23 and tinted click
Everything I ever wanted, scratched it off the list
And for them pocket watchers joggers, bitch, I'm still having shit
Peeled 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
Killer whale up in that water, bitch, I eat up all the fish
[Verse 2]
**** 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 myself I got to have choppa somewhere close
And ****, 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 **** 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
**** tryna keep up with the clan, we still runnin' laps
You 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 **** fucked up, they tie you up and take your pounds
He on that every time, I got to make it home safe and sound
[Verse 3]
This ain't no diss, I'm talking shit
For every one of you **** that think it is, then bitch it is
Dancin' in the dark with that .23 and tinted click
Everything I ever wanted, scratched it off the list
And for them pocket watchers joggers, bitch, I'm still having shit
Peeled 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
Killer whale up in that water, bitch, I eat up all the fish
Written by: Christoffer Marcussen, Jeremiah Northern, Julian Hecker
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