BiC Fizzle – Cruise Control Lyrics

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BiC Fizzle Cruise Control Lyrics:
[Intro]
Grrt, grrt-grrt
Grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt
Grrt-grrt
Hooked up (This shit gon’ be crazy, Jacc)
Mm-mm, mm

[Chorus]
Making my move, call shots from the office (From the office)
You ain’t gotta tell me to shoot, I’ma pop it (I’ma pop it)
I was too humble, I’m back on my cocky (My cocky)
These niggas couldn’t fuck with me, boy, if I taught it (I taught it)
Everybody shootin’, then call my bluff (Then call my bluff)
Everything quick, when I hit, better duck (Better duck)
Automatic weapons inside of this truck
I’m on point both ways (Both ways), if they, I’ma bust (Ayy, right quick)
Stick and I move, I don’t give a fuck (A fuck, what?)
Just like the president, can’t be touched (What?)
‘Fore I run out of cheese, you’ll run out of luck (Boy)
I lost a lot, I know Cuz gon’ bust (Boy)
Body for free, leave you slumped on the curve (Curve)
Throw on my ski, I get maskеd, go purge (Go purge)
Sippin’ codeinе and my words so slurred (Slurred)
When I shoot, it’s on me, coulda played on the Spur
[Verse]
Moving out fake, so lose
And if I move in this bitch, I’m shootin’
Whatever it is, let’s do, what it do?
I was lurkin’ at six in the morning or two (Two)
He south slime with a switch in my jewels
Won’t know enough, so I poured up two (Two)
Clarity, 30K just for the two
I went turned up my smile, coulda put it on you, boy (Boy)
Everything quick, know my choppa and switch (Switch)
Steve, no rings, he a slimy bitch (Slimy)
Runnin’ on feet, it’s just me with two switches (Boom)
I’m busting, they ducking and dropping they glizzy (Brrt, brrt)
I’m busting, they running and fall like bitches
Ain’t shootin’ no hands (Boy), I’m ready to blank (Blank)
Big Trae 57 blow up a tank (Tank)
Big shit popper, say, “Fuck what ya think” (Fuck what ya think)

[Bridge]
B (B), you better not fuck over me
Got that iron in this bitch, I’ll shoot to the beat (I’ma shoot to the beat)
I (I), I am the youngest in charge
If you play with that image, I’ma let it spark (Let it spark)
C, crackin’ whatever they claim ’cause them niggas lame
They ain’t even hard (They ain’t even hard)
I’ll crash out in public and rock out a pot like I ain’t worth a hundred mill’ (Pot)
[Chorus]
Making my move, call shots from the office (From the office)
You ain’t gotta tell me to shoot, I’ma pop it (Gotta tell me to shoot, bah)
I was too humble, I’m back on my cocky
These niggas couldn’t fuck with me, boy, if I taught it (Boy, what, boy?)
Everybody shootin’, then call my bluff
Everything quick, when I hit, better duck (You better duck)
Automatic weapons inside of this truck
I’m on point both ways, if they, I’ma bust (I’ma—, bah)
Stick and I move, I don’t give a fuck (A fuck, boy)
Just like the president, can’t be touched (Can’t be touched, boy)
‘Fore I run out of cheese, you’ll run out of luck (All outta luck)
I lost a lot, I know Cuz gon’ bust (Bah, boom)
Body for free, leave you slumped on the curve (On the curve)
Throw on my ski, I get masked, go purge (Go purge)
Sippin’ codeine and my words so slurred (So slurred)
When I shoot, it’s on me, coulda played on the Spur (On the Spur)

[Outro]
On the Spur
Coulda played on the Spur
Leave a nigga ass stretched on the curve
They can’t even say no words
Leave a nigga ass up on the floor
Uh-uh, like forty somethin’ more
When we spin, you can’t spin back
Uh-uh, uh, it’s over
Uh-uh, a nigga know we was raised different
Oh, outside, I won’t say he hit me
I’m outside, this the same damn heat
Same damn night, caught him so damn big
Damn, he got caught like a bitch