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Fivio Foreign - Notice Me Lyrics
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[ Featuring Tata, Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh ]

Yeah
Yeah

Forever foreign, don't f*ck with no dizzy (nah)
Got a problem, tell 'em get with me (baow)
Try to shoot me, but they didn't hit me
Scammin' what we steal, lookin' for a city (uh)
Off a Perc' and I'm lookin' for a titty (yeah)
Got a thot and I'm lookin' for a spizzy (yeah)
Got a condom, I don't go raw diggy (nah)
My demons, I'm bringin' 'em all with me
Say my name and I'm cummin', I'm throwin' (boom)
Do a drill on a camera and show it (baow)
Took a Perc' and they don't even know it (ha)
It's a pill that be keepin' me focused (yeah)
Niggas hatin', they act like I care
If you gotta come play, nigga, leave me a notice
Just watch how you come approach this (Fivi)
I hate whoever come to tote

I never let them niggas get the up
I get a little feeling in the stop
One man down, that was not enough
I'ma need a new body every month (baow)
I need a new meal every lunch
He can come through here if he wants
Tell a bitch, "two pairs in this front porch" shooter wit' me he gon' need somethin' (brr)
If I point a finger, he gon' leave somethin'
Money on my head, get your refund
Shorty give me love, I ain't need none
Wanna give me some, give me threesomes (uh)
Yeah (yeah), wanna give me some, give me threesomes (grrt, baow)
(Wanna give me some, give me threesomes)
Yeah, look, I pull up, I call with the Devil (uh)
You demons is not on my level (baow)
Spend me a lot on a yellow (yeah)
My bitch'll come beat your ass in Stilletos
My driver go speedin' fast on a pedal (skrrt)
I make 'em see cash in the ghetto
I spend a hundred on a watch (I did)
I still add some bezel

Grrah, grrah, grrah
Every opp shot (huh?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Everyday dead, nigga
Like what? Like what?
41 shots in a real, ya heard?
Fivi with me
Everything dead (grrt)
41 shots

Dior on my fit, bitch, don't step on my shoes (bitch)
I'm with Dee, he hoppin' on Woo
When I step in this spot, I make everything hot (boom, boom, boom)
I f*ck around and give niggas the flu (boom, boom, boom)
Why he tryna be somethin' he not?
If his ass wanna sing, we shoot him out his shoes (grrt, baow)
That's why they tryna cuff me like a cop, but I know she a thot, I'm not movin' no fool
I'm in Bican and I'm posted with Fiv'
Like, damn, only headshots, no I.D. (no I.D.)
And lil' shawty told me come along, but I'm bringin' my gun, I think she tryna line me
Catch a shot if he thinkin' he akhi
Like, all the guys keep sticks like hockey
I'm off the Wockiana, movin' Wocki'
And I'll come and knock a nigga out like Rocky (boom, boom, boom)
Damn, and they know I'm a vet' (know I'm a vet')
Youngest nigga, they know I'ma set (like, damn)
Up the 4, don't talk my set
When I walk in the spot, I'm opposin' a threat
Phone ring, I ain't pickin' it up (On bro)
Y'all want me dead, ain't no pickin' him up (that nigga dead)
Bitch, I'm a Demon posted with some Demons (grrt)
He thinkin' he tough, then we settin' him up

Said I get in my feelings start lookin' for Tuti
Like Fivi, we makin' a movie (grrah, grrah, boom)
She a diamond, no ruby
I cannot F with that bitch is a smoochie
No Ice Spice, like put the beam to his face, I'm like opp slice
41 knock 'em out like punchlines
And I keep multiple sticks like drum life (grrt, boom)
Yo, Sheek, you know what to do
When you v vs a reaper, he up it and, "Boom" (grrah, like)
And I pick up my gun and start blowin' like a flute (grrah, grrah, boom)
These niggas rappin' be stuck in the booth
Don't, don't run, tote guns
Like, Tata gon' flick 'til he done
See, forty-one K, he get sent to the sun
Like I'm with K, when I smoke she gon' come
Cha-cha, boom, up it in fashion (like, damn)
No bandaid, he in the cut
When we speed up the V, that boy ran out of luck (grrah, grrah, boom)
Like it was magic, he turned into dust (Just like that)
And the opps can't Tweet, that boy done ran on his feet (grrah, grrah)
I know the opps ain't on pickin' up heat (grrah, grrah)
(grrah, grrah)

Three guns in the V spinnin' three, he's deep (grrah)
Forty shots in the room (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bake his ass up, he go straight to the womb
I'm on they block tryna find me a goon
If he don't move fast, then I can go, "Boom" (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm with Johnny, he flockin' for cheeta
Pistol pullin' his sheets out and the streets out
I'm with the steppers, don't watch what they do (like what?)
Iffy be buggin', started with the zoo (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Keep a switch 'cause these niggas be switchin' (bitch)
He get shot if he try and be dizzy
Different dead 'em while totin' Amiri (like what?)
Like, if I'm dolo, you know that it's near me
F*ck it, might step in Chanel
Thinkin' I might switch it up with the molly
Shake your stick if I kick it to route (yeah, like what?)
If a nigga not silent, he can't be around me (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Disrespectin' my dead, he get put in a spliff
Any fool that give a f*ck 'bout a diss
Big Double R because I'm really lit (like, damn)
Like I'm in shits, they can't see through the whip (boom, graow)
I'm with Iffy, that's double the sticks (like what?)
I'm on your block tryna find me a blick

Forever foreign, don't f*ck with no dizzy (nah)
Got a problem, tell 'em get with me (baow)
Try to shoot me, but they didn't hit me
Scammin' what we steal, lookin' for a city (uh)
Off a Perc' and I'm lookin' for a titty (yeah)
Got a thot and I'm lookin' for a spizzy (yeah)
Got a condom, I don't go raw diggy (nah)
My demons, I'm bringin' 'em all with me
Say my name and I'm cummin', I'm throwin' (boom)
Do a drill on a camera and show it (baow)
Took a Perc' and they don't even know it (ha)
It's a pill that be keepin' me focused (yeah)
Niggas hatin', they act like I care
If you gotta come play, nigga, leave me a notice
Just watch how you come approach this (Fivi)
I hate whoever come to tote (grrt, baow)

Grrah, grrah, boon
Like what?
Grrt, baow
Grrah, grrah, grrah
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English

Yeah
Yeah

Forever foreign, don't f*ck with no dizzy (nah)
Got a problem, tell 'em get with me (baow)
Try to shoot me, but they didn't hit me
Scammin' what we steal, lookin' for a city (uh)
Off a Perc' and I'm lookin' for a titty (yeah)
Got a thot and I'm lookin' for a spizzy (yeah)
Got a condom, I don't go raw diggy (nah)
My demons, I'm bringin' 'em all with me
Say my name and I'm cummin', I'm throwin' (boom)
Do a drill on a camera and show it (baow)
Took a Perc' and they don't even know it (ha)
It's a pill that be keepin' me focused (yeah)
Niggas hatin', they act like I care
If you gotta come play, nigga, leave me a notice
Just watch how you come approach this (Fivi)
I hate whoever come to tote

I never let them niggas get the up
I get a little feeling in the stop
One man down, that was not enough
I'ma need a new body every month (baow)
I need a new meal every lunch
He can come through here if he wants
Tell a bitch, "two pairs in this front porch" shooter wit' me he gon' need somethin' (brr)
If I point a finger, he gon' leave somethin'
Money on my head, get your refund
Shorty give me love, I ain't need none
Wanna give me some, give me threesomes (uh)
Yeah (yeah), wanna give me some, give me threesomes (grrt, baow)
(Wanna give me some, give me threesomes)
Yeah, look, I pull up, I call with the Devil (uh)
You demons is not on my level (baow)
Spend me a lot on a yellow (yeah)
My bitch'll come beat your ass in Stilletos
My driver go speedin' fast on a pedal (skrrt)
I make 'em see cash in the ghetto
I spend a hundred on a watch (I did)
I still add some bezel

Grrah, grrah, grrah
Every opp shot (huh?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Everyday dead, nigga
Like what? Like what?
41 shots in a real, ya heard?
Fivi with me
Everything dead (grrt)
41 shots

Dior on my fit, bitch, don't step on my shoes (bitch)
I'm with Dee, he hoppin' on Woo
When I step in this spot, I make everything hot (boom, boom, boom)
I f*ck around and give niggas the flu (boom, boom, boom)
Why he tryna be somethin' he not?
If his ass wanna sing, we shoot him out his shoes (grrt, baow)
That's why they tryna cuff me like a cop, but I know she a thot, I'm not movin' no fool
I'm in Bican and I'm posted with Fiv'
Like, damn, only headshots, no I.D. (no I.D.)
And lil' shawty told me come along, but I'm bringin' my gun, I think she tryna line me
Catch a shot if he thinkin' he akhi
Like, all the guys keep sticks like hockey
I'm off the Wockiana, movin' Wocki'
And I'll come and knock a nigga out like Rocky (boom, boom, boom)
Damn, and they know I'm a vet' (know I'm a vet')
Youngest nigga, they know I'ma set (like, damn)
Up the 4, don't talk my set
When I walk in the spot, I'm opposin' a threat
Phone ring, I ain't pickin' it up (On bro)
Y'all want me dead, ain't no pickin' him up (that nigga dead)
Bitch, I'm a Demon posted with some Demons (grrt)
He thinkin' he tough, then we settin' him up

Said I get in my feelings start lookin' for Tuti
Like Fivi, we makin' a movie (grrah, grrah, boom)
She a diamond, no ruby
I cannot F with that bitch is a smoochie
No Ice Spice, like put the beam to his face, I'm like opp slice
41 knock 'em out like punchlines
And I keep multiple sticks like drum life (grrt, boom)
Yo, Sheek, you know what to do
When you v vs a reaper, he up it and, "Boom" (grrah, like)
And I pick up my gun and start blowin' like a flute (grrah, grrah, boom)
These niggas rappin' be stuck in the booth
Don't, don't run, tote guns
Like, Tata gon' flick 'til he done
See, forty-one K, he get sent to the sun
Like I'm with K, when I smoke she gon' come
Cha-cha, boom, up it in fashion (like, damn)
No bandaid, he in the cut
When we speed up the V, that boy ran out of luck (grrah, grrah, boom)
Like it was magic, he turned into dust (Just like that)
And the opps can't Tweet, that boy done ran on his feet (grrah, grrah)
I know the opps ain't on pickin' up heat (grrah, grrah)
(grrah, grrah)

Three guns in the V spinnin' three, he's deep (grrah)
Forty shots in the room (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bake his ass up, he go straight to the womb
I'm on they block tryna find me a goon
If he don't move fast, then I can go, "Boom" (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm with Johnny, he flockin' for cheeta
Pistol pullin' his sheets out and the streets out
I'm with the steppers, don't watch what they do (like what?)
Iffy be buggin', started with the zoo (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Keep a switch 'cause these niggas be switchin' (bitch)
He get shot if he try and be dizzy
Different dead 'em while totin' Amiri (like what?)
Like, if I'm dolo, you know that it's near me
F*ck it, might step in Chanel
Thinkin' I might switch it up with the molly
Shake your stick if I kick it to route (yeah, like what?)
If a nigga not silent, he can't be around me (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Disrespectin' my dead, he get put in a spliff
Any fool that give a f*ck 'bout a diss
Big Double R because I'm really lit (like, damn)
Like I'm in shits, they can't see through the whip (boom, graow)
I'm with Iffy, that's double the sticks (like what?)
I'm on your block tryna find me a blick

Forever foreign, don't f*ck with no dizzy (nah)
Got a problem, tell 'em get with me (baow)
Try to shoot me, but they didn't hit me
Scammin' what we steal, lookin' for a city (uh)
Off a Perc' and I'm lookin' for a titty (yeah)
Got a thot and I'm lookin' for a spizzy (yeah)
Got a condom, I don't go raw diggy (nah)
My demons, I'm bringin' 'em all with me
Say my name and I'm cummin', I'm throwin' (boom)
Do a drill on a camera and show it (baow)
Took a Perc' and they don't even know it (ha)
It's a pill that be keepin' me focused (yeah)
Niggas hatin', they act like I care
If you gotta come play, nigga, leave me a notice
Just watch how you come approach this (Fivi)
I hate whoever come to tote (grrt, baow)

Grrah, grrah, boon
Like what?
Grrt, baow
Grrah, grrah, grrah
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Writer: Maxie Lee Ryles
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Performed By: Fivio Foreign
Featuring: Tata, Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh
Language: English
Length: 4:04
Written by: Maxie Lee Ryles

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