BiC Fizzle – Mr. Bigg Lyrics

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BiC Fizzle Mr. Bigg Lyrics:
[Intro: BIG30]
(Mmm, Manny cook that shit up)
(Ayy, mama, that’s my dad)
Big Blrrrd, Big Blrrrd

[Verse 1: BIG30 & BiC Fizzle]
Better not call me Mr. Bigg, nigga (No)
I can send my young nigga fifty or split your wig, nigga (Your throat)
I been puttin’ shit up since 2015, on my kid, nigga (On Ray)
Posted in the ville with 1K, but we got ’bout ten with us (‘Bout eight)
Swear there’s ’bout ten cutters (Blrrrd), five Ks (Blrrrd), five Dracs (Five Dracs)
He tried to run up, pussy caught five shots to the face (Ayy, to the face)
We put shit on the news, FOX 5, gang DOA (News Gang)
And I keep shots on me in every state, put that on Grape (On Grape, BiC Fizzle)
[Verse 2: BiC Fizzle]
Ayy, this ain’t no Glock, bitch, this a C, nigga (C)
Certified steppers with me, I run with somе wig splitters (Split your wig)
Screamin’, “1K,” but we got way morе than a kill with us (Way more than a kill)
Bitch, I’m BiC Fizzle, ain’t no fuckin’ Mr. Bigg (Ain’t no fuckin’ Mr. Bigg)
We cool on you, I don’t want smoke, we know the biz, nigga (Go smoke with your 12)
I throw that young nigga a flag and make your friend flip ’em (Ayy, go get ’em)
Bought some new lumbers, I can’t wait soon as the summer season (Soon as it’s hot)
Dracs and .380s, lot of mamas cryin’ and postin’ pictures (Postin’ pictures)

[Verse 3: Big Cootie]
It’s just the Cooter, it ain’t shit to send a blitz, boy (The Cooter)
A lot of shooters, plus we strapped up with so many guns (So many guns)
No Mr. Bigg, but my pockets shittin’ on Mrs. Puff (Mrs. Puff)
Gotta be a brave man, you drop your nuts and play with us (Don’t play)
Drac’ can rip your belly (Your belly), don’t get sent to Helly (You gone)
I jumped off the porch, one dirty Glock, two Smith & Wessons (Yeah, two)
And been sendin’ this white ho off the block, I call her Becky (I love her)
She pay all the bills and custom Maseratis I’m whippin’ (Damn)

[Verse 4: BiC Fizzle]
Glock 19 on auto
Whole lot of shooters gon’ blitz if I say so
Choppers and AR, lil’ bitty Draco
Just poured an eight over thirty in a Faygo
[Verse 5: Big Cootie]
Brrt, ayy, fifty today, have to lay low (Low)
Nothin’ ’bout your nigga, ask God where his face go (Face go)
These bullets big, Mr. Bigg (Brrt), send threat (Brrt), then we sendin’ a halo (Brrt)

[Verse 6: BIG30]
Ayy, shooters gon’ shoot when I say so (So)
We ’bout the block all day like a Lego (Lego)
Got a young nigga that’s fourteen (Fourteen)
He don’t believe in God, he believe in that Draco (That Drac’)
Boy, you know it ain’t no stoppin’ (Stoppin’)
He gon’ get it done soon the BIG30 say, “Go” (Blrrrd)
30 ain’t doin’ no oppin’ (No)
Get shit done, nigga know I don’t play, ho (Big Blrrrd, blrrrd)