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Tunnel Vision
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BiC Fizzle
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(FOREVEROLLING) Tunnel vision I ain't crashin' out, get in the win, we making collision (Grrt) Everybody shootin', so when we hit, ain't no telling who did it (Boom) Rap, trap, or the field, whichever one, just respect my decision (Ayy) Temperature so hot up in this b*t*h, I might burn up the kitchen (Hot) Fizzle might burn up the pot (Hot) Work my wrist from side to side, then set up shop from block to block Heard they were plottin' on a lick, so I went and bought a bigger Glock Bigger gun, that's shot for shot 1K 4L, we claim the mob Them youngins bang 1200 Block Jackson 5, my diamonds dancin', look like Michael in this watch (Prr) I'm that young n***a that took the game up to another notch Toss a ho, no love for thots (Thots, thots) I was all in middle school with rubber bands on monkey knots B*t*h, I'm callin' shots (Shots) That young n***a hot (Hot) 2021, that's how I just swerved off the lot (Skrrt) Might catch me in Calabasas somewhere on a yacht (Yup) In my section with that Wesson, three Backwoods and four thots (Big Backwood) Upgraded my shots (Yeah) I need plenty rounds, so when I shoot, this ho don't stop (Brrt, stop) These n***as be gangster, sh*t go left, they turn to cops (Flop) I just threw a scope on top of my Glock like Black Ops (Yeah) Still'll go set in them trenches with them villains, set up shop Tunnel vision I ain't crashin' out, get in the win, we making collision (Grrt) Everybody shootin', so when we hit, ain't no telling who did it (Boom) Rap, trap, or the field, whichever one, just respect my decision (Ayy) Temperature so hot up in this b*t*h, I might burn up the kitchen (Hot) Fizzle might burn up the pot (Hot) Work my wrist from side to side, then set up shop from block to block Heard they were plottin' on a lick, so I went and bought a bigger Glock Bigger gun, that's shot for shot 1K 4L, we claim the mob Them youngins bang 1200 Block Gang sh*t, no lame sh*t (Gang) Hit you, get your brain split (Huh?) Ever since I made a dollar (Yup), I ain't felt the same since (On God) Chill n***a, but get red, don't play with that kill switch Let them birds come through the mail, I swear bae a real b*t*h (Real) I swear bae a real ho (Ho, ho) Told myself that I'ma quit, but I can't leave these tricks alone (No, no) On the E-way, hit two hundred, b*t*h, I'm solo in my zone (Skrrt) You ain't tryna make no money, why the f**k you on my phone? (Huh?) I feel like I'm Gucci Mane (Huh?), you know kush is my cologne (Yup) Hit the block, I find the nearest lick, we get them b*t*hes gone Say, don't knock on the front door, just hit the side, you need a zone Break down a pack and make it stack, I'm trapping hard off the black phone Tunnel vision I ain't crashin' out, get in the win, we making collision (Grrt) Everybody shootin', so when we hit, ain't no telling who did it (Boom) Rap, trap, or the field, whichever one, just respect my decision (Ayy) Temperature so hot up in this b*t*h, I might burn up the kitchen (Hot) Fizzle might burn up the pot (Hot) Work my wrist from side to side, then set up shop from block to block Heard they were plottin' on a lick, so I went and bought a bigger Glock Bigger gun, that's shot for shot 1K 4L, we claim the mob Them youngins bang 1200 Block
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