DA G4Y CR3W - Pindo lyrics

[D-Fizzle: Verse 1] Fizzle in the room, when you hear the ba** boom And you know I'm gonna k** it with the chicken mushroom, and When you see me coming, wish you were back in the womb Gonna turn your bedroom into a mof**in tomb I like my flow how I like my hot team With Ü, Randy, Fizzer, Fizzey, Quad and DBD I'm never gon flee from the scene, watch you b**hes bleed Ice cold tea, when with me, cruising lambo geen People say my bars, only talk bout hoes and cars Well I think my flow is sick, but I'm unsure about yours, and b**hes want the D, meaning Triple-Triple me Your crew ain't seeing P, apart from transvestees I'm gonna cut this short, making room for fizzey Plus I think I might have crabs, like legitimately Well, thats what you got when you get too much P And by P I don't mean pence, infact, I don't know what I mean I'm high [D-Fizzey: Verse 2] Yo it's Fizzey back, bout to drop another track Spitting mad fresh bars, like a rocket fly to Mars Smokin weed smokin weed, shootin n***as till they bleed Shoot my gat at your fat, shoot your face you f**ing rat b**h s** it go ahead, yes thats right herd what I said f** yo vag, p**y pink, then just s** it, have a drink Black white or chink, got a vid, send the link Take a look, then just tell me what you think Now lets talk about the d**, got c**aine in some jugs Gettin Fizzle drop a line, we got the best, b**hes fine Injecting h**ne, [DING DING] recording time Focus now, smoke a joint, lets just get straight to the point Smell my balls s** my dick, long and tall hard like a brick Check these digs, got my pick, you know I got that swagger [SICK] You think my bars ain't fresh? I'm gettin p**y, naked flesh Hoes up in my crib, p**y feast wheres my bib? [D-Fizzle: Verse 3] Look who's back again, robot voice: Stephen Hawking No, disrespect, to that motherf**in G Out the cage just like a hen, damn What kind of dumba** said that bullets were'nt stronger then pen I popped your boy just yesterday, try that with a poem Weed ain't my sh**, I'm nose deep in that snow Fizzey said it f**in best, b**h get down and just blow Mysogyny at it's finest, yeah you haters just know When you're b**h say that she going out, to me she's gonna go The lines I write, you'll comprehend Cartel sh**, f**in finger blend Your mother's who I will befreind She'll see a bell of a certain end [DGC], this ain't a trend Broken mind? Bars surely mend Your funeral, I will attend Policemen come, they apprehend Liquid vocals, soothing treat Apple Pie like your mumma make Fizzey, Fizzle, ride this beat Shake up the place, 808 [D-Fizzey: Verse 4] Now its Fizzey here I am, so watch out I'm goin ham n***as get out of my crib, get your sh** just get out [SCRAM] Call this my castle, I gotta dam, big a** door need a battering ram Every room is so big, got my own bar take a swig Me and Fizzle droppin choons, make a rap tycoon Writing bar after bar, record label now we stars These n***as think it's funny, you think im a clown? Woah, back up sloooowwww down Got all these b**hes hanging with me Count em up, 123, get all that p**y Pull out a fatty, smoke trees Got that purple kush, OG My bars so f**in cash, get me grub, beans and mash People pay to hear our tracks, wanna hear it? Pay my tax We got our rhymes so fuking sick, hear that boom that ba** thick Cruisin lambo, black tint window, Shakin gla** with tunes like Pindo