Fatz Fizzy - Mitch Lyrics

Yea
You already know what it is man
Fizzy
From a hobby to a Hustle
We play the Block like d boys
Y'all niggas pump faking out there y'all them decoys
Flow kicking all on the beat bruce leroy
My soldiers all in your hood they bout to deploy
Picture this my youngins riding to do you dirty
Pull up at a light give you a buck thirty
Drill shit for a couple dollars a script of thirties
When shit getting dark i aint never worried
Seat back Bombed out how i play my lane
Cashing big checks still scrapping change
I put that on my momma i want never change
Watch my Daddy get a dollar ima do the same
Its in my DNA this hustle shit just in my veins
Life of pain im just tryna make you feel the same
I got the range i hope you Niggas got the aim
Neck and up kill shots when they hit ya brain
Blood Stains on his dior
Riding threw my hood shit you should have took a detour
Let them youngins run in ya pockets before the tee off
Them niggas savage f*ck around and rip a piece off
Talk heavy but we move light
Double up on the jab make sure you shoot twice
Niggas dont box Hug your tool tight
We a Different Breed in the moon light
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
Ima chase a dolla before i chase a bitch
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
I can get a chopper i can get a brick
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
Ima chase a dolla before i chase a bitch
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
I can get a chopper i can get a brick
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit
Im in the trap strap to the max
Slip talkin out ya skull you be getting it cracked
Kid get snatched
Hands feet tied to the back
And i want 50 racks if you want'em intact
I be Creeping threw these hoods
Up to no good
Wishing they would
These niggas gettin chopped like wood
And it Hammer time
I lock and load bananas time
Start putting niggas to sleep like it pajama time
Change over money it be the motivator
Bakery Style chef'n i show you how to cater
Its bye bye to haters forty shots i see you later
We holding these choppers that swiss cheesing navigators
You see me slide threw me p whole crew
Waiting on a nigga to pop fly to put a hole threw
Nine milli never lie quick to expose you
Put you under this barrel nigga i need the whole truth
Hypnotic my shit got it this new logic
We in a New class Bout to start a new topic
Im here to save the game hope they see me like a prophet
Take heed to this warning or get they shit demolished
Jesus christ got me feeling like its bc
Niggas lost think they need god but they just need me
Thugs now tucking latters in a sun dress
Screaming f*ck gay pride nigga you a suspect

Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
Ima chase a dolla before i chase a bitch
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
I can get a chopper i can get a brick
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
Ima chase a dolla before i chase a bitch
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
I can get a chopper i can get a brick
Riding threw my hood i feel like money mitch
From the club to the block i cab get it lit