Fie Bars lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dyke b*tch 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
Blowin' dope and getting paid, pistol vision, don't get sprayed
Moving how I'm working
Pistol grip, this fire j*rking
Got my shooters out here lurkin'
Just one sign and they be murkin'
They bought camos, steady cloakin'
Name so big, we coast to coastin'
He alive and then he dead
Just like magic, hocus pocus
pus*y b*tch can't run my sh*t
A hundred bands I counterfeit
Remix your drank, you sip that sh*t
Extendo clip, I'm hittin' sh*t
Stupid b*tch, my nut she spittin'
Sloppy thot, I don't do kissin'
All this lean, my mind stay spinnin'
House of Dope, these Swishers twistin'

[Verse 2]
Jugg the trap, my bands, they dance
Like Middle East and African
You smoking up, free smoking dope
Our lungs be way more higher, man
Call the plug, I need it now, I don't do no middle man
I don't date no sloppy b*tch and I won't f*ck a normal b*tch
Xanax made me hot as f*ck
Buffet Boys, b*tch, we poppin' off
All these hoes, we swappin' off
You do me wrong, we choppin' off
Stupid b*tch, go knock it off, swallow me then walk it off
All this damn promethazine, I swear I'll never ever cough
Flexing like a pus*y b*tch
These two four-fours gon' hit you quick
f*ck her mouth, I'm nutting quick
Gon' hit your chest just like some Vicks
My shooters scoring like the Knicks
Hi-Tech brick, remix your sh*t
You drinking it and loving it, I count this guap and double it
Always up, I'm poppin', smoking 'til its nothin'
All my pints, ain't coughin', if we dump we hitting somethin'
All our shows be bustin', start moshpits we get to jumpin'
Thirty on me, know I'm drummin', they gon' smash, no bluffin'
[Verse 3]
f*ck these hoes, no cuffin', pop a rocket, now he runnin'
She suck my di*k so good but then she acting like she nunnin'
All my squad got hunnits, lean, it got my kidneys drownin'
Brand new coupe I'm skrrtin', flavored Swishers what I'm burnin'
Cut this drank, I'm clonin' sacks, your b*tch, I got her moanin'
She gon' top me, and gon' f*ck me
Yeah this thottie always choking
I ain't joking, blunts stay rolling
Fat Nick's jugg school started rolling
pus*y b*tch just Twitter trolling
f*ck these Feds that be patrolling
f*ck, jugg hard, f*ck school
I be trapping like a fool
My name so big, ten toes, I'm screwed
Don't love a b*tch, the only rule
Pocket rocket make 'em snooze
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, bet I hit him and he gon' die
Giussepe steppin', Act I'm sippin'
Pocket rocket never missin'
Foreign cars we steady whippin'
Global baby, we smoke different (Global)
[Outro]
What it is baby, this Buffet Boys, Fat Camp, ain't nothin
Global gang baby, global, what it is
f*ck everyone, f*ck this sh*t
Countin' hunnids, ain't nothin', boy