Fat Nick - Fie Bars lyrics

[Verse] Dyke b**h go two ways, fast lane on freeways Chopper grip that SK, double hit in broad day Dump the clip like [foreplay?], blizzy shots on cold days Loading dope and getting paid, pistol vision no getting sprayed Moving how I'm working, pistol grip the fire jerking Got my shooters out here lurkin' Just my sign and they be murkin' They bought camos steady cloakin' They so big we coast to coastin' He alive and then he dead Just [?] Push your [dick?] can't run my sh** A hunnit bands I counterfeit Remix your drink you sip that sh** Extendo clip I'm hitting sh** Stupid b**h my nut she spittin' Sloppy thot I don't do kissin' All this lean my [?] [Have some dope?] these swishers twistin' Jug the trap my band-aid dance Like [?] in [?] You smoking up free smoking dope Are love it way more higher man Call the plug I need it now, I don't do no middle man I don't did no sloppy b**h, and now I'll f** a normal b**h [?] hot as f** Buffet Boys b**h we poppin' off All these hoes we swappin' off You do me wrong we choppin' off Stupid b**h go knock it off, swallow me then walk it off All this damn promethazine I swear I'll never ever cough Flexing like a p**y b**h These two four fours gon' hit you quick f** 'em out then nutting quick Gon' hit your chest just like some Vicks My shooters scoring like the Knicks Hi-tech [?] remix your sh** You drinking it and loving it, I count this guap and double it Always up I'm poppin', smoking till its nothin' All my pints in coffins, if we dump we hitting somethin' All our shows be bustin', start mosh pits we get to jumpin' 30 on me know I'm drummin', they gon' [?] no bluffin' f** these hoes no cuffin' pop a rocket now he runnin' She s** my dick so good but then she acting like she [?] All my squad got hunnits, man they got my kidneys drownin' Brand new coupe I'm srtkn', flavored swishers what I'm burnin' Cup this drank I'm [?] s**, your b**h I got her moanin' She gon' top me, and gon' f** me Yeah this thottie always choking I ain't joking, blunts we rolling Fat Nick's [?] started rolling p**y b**hes twitter trolling [?] Fed's that be patrolling f**, jug hard, f** school I be trapping like a fool My name so big [?] Don't love a b**h the only rule Pocket rocket make 'em [?] My money up I never lose Slumping off a double deuce, red Hi-tech that's Satan juice Blast 'em with a forty-five, make 'em run a four five If I catch a opp, then I hit him then he gon' die [Just epi steppin'?], Act I'm sippin' Pocket rocket never missin' Foreign cars we steady whippin' Globo baby we smoke different Globo