[Lyric] Pindo (DA G4Y CR3W)

[D-Fizzle: Verse 1]
Fizzle in the room, when you hear the bass boom
And you know I'm gonna kill it with the chicken mushroom, and
When you see me coming, wish you were back in the womb
Gonna turn your bedroom into a mofuckin 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 bitches 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
Bitches 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 niggas till they bleed
Shoot my gat at your fat, shoot your face you fucking rat

Bitch suck it go ahead, yes thats right herd what I said
Fuck yo vag, pussy pink, then just suck 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 drugs, got cocaine in some jugs
Gettin Fizzle drop a line, we got the best, bitches fine
Injecting heroine, [DING DING] recording time
Focus now, smoke a joint, lets just get straight to the point

Smell my balls suck 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 pussy, naked flesh
Hoes up in my crib, pussy feast wheres my bib?

[D-Fizzle: Verse 3]
Look who's back again, robot voice: Stephen Hawking
No, disrespect, to that motherfuckin G
Out the cage just like a hen, damn
What kind of dumbass said that bullets were'nt stronger then pen
I popped your boy just yesterday, try that with a poem
Weed ain't my shit, I'm nose deep in that snow
Fizzey said it fuckin best, bitch get down and just blow
Mysogyny at it's finest, yeah you haters just know
When you're bitch say that she going out, to me she's gonna go

The lines I write, you'll comprehend
Cartel shit, fuckin 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
Niggas get out of my crib, get your shit just get out [SCRAM]
Call this my castle, I gotta dam, big ass 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 niggas think it's funny, you think im a clown?
Woah, back up sloooowwww down
Got all these bitches hanging with me
Count em up, 123, get all that pussy
Pull out a fatty, smoke trees
Got that purple kush, OG

My bars so fuckin 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 bass thick
Cruisin lambo, black tint window, Shakin glass with tunes like
Pindo