Big C s – Jay Fizzle feat. Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Jay Fizzle – Big C s

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions.

Blue chucks, purple flag
Hundred rounds on the draco
.. set on my a*s
Locs move when I say so
Big grapes like cantaloupe
Nigga cut me, you see grape juice
All this purple on me
I got PeeWee with all this baby blue
Been gang banging since about two
Throwing hand-signs like I’m ..
Young nigga with big choppers
In my drop top shooting out the roof
Hit ya nigga, home of the blues
You either win, you either lose
Riding ‘round with 100 youngins
Better pray to god they don’t shoot
In the neighborhood with the neighbor hoods
Rolling dice with the .. sixty
Pouring six so I can’t miss it
Lil Fizzle just too crazy
Perfect aim, I ain’t missing
Sniper gang, long distance
Paper Route, MPA
That’s a whole lot of crips seein’ this.

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team versuri-lyrics.info
I got my young niggas with extensions.

Golden nigga, golden baby
Homicides on a shady 3-80, yeah
Cinnabuns on the Glock, baow
Neighborhood clip with the draco
Bright blue all my b*tches
Bootleg my Buscemis
Fizzle great street with the crippin’
The S on my head for the sixty
Ain’t no hesitating with it
I masturbate the f*cking trigger
A couple pillows in the ceiling
Hold his a*s, blood ..
They heard your screaming, they call a gang injunction
Slapping these b*tches, they want the gang gang
My lil homie, I’m cripping and chain gang
Run up on you, close range, no aim
Send the blues to Jay, let’s count up these thangs
Then a C on these Cartier frames
Two double R like the front of the Phantom
Fizzle great like the Act in the Fanta
Little pocket with a blue bandana
The clip on the Draco bananas
Lock C with the crips in the grave
Pyrus gon’ pull up at the wake
Neighborhood let dope with the drakes.

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensionsss.
Jay Fizzle lyrics
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Granny pray – Jay Fizzle lyrics

Lyrics Jay Fizzle – Granny pray

See dog, it was my granny that taught me the power of prayer.
See when things is going bad, I pray on it.
When things are going good, we pray on it.
So you can either drop to your knees and ask god for guidance
or allow your enemies to pray on your demise.
So while some of y’all niggas here praying for someone to put you on,
we out here in the trenches takin’ penitentiary chances and praying that we don’t get caught.
Fizzle, it’s a crazy world we live in, doing the devil’s work but praying to god to protect us.
Tell your story young nigga! It’s your time!(granny pray)

Granny prayin’ that I don’t run into danger (she like god please)
She say the life you livin’, boy it’s just too gangster (it’s just too gangster)
Got watch my soul ‘cause these niggas want me hangin’ (they want me dead)
That’s why I never go nowhere without my banger (without my fire).

Back in two-thousand, homie when I was just a youngin (when I was a baby)
I was just six when I seen pop go serve them junkies (I was just six)
Tay-Tay and Bay-Bay, they was crips, had the block pumpin’ (man they was trappin’)
My first time seein’ the narcs when Bay-Bay them got busted (man they got busted)
My first gun wasn’t no toy, my first gun was that Glock (mine was that Glock)
Seen my first body when I was eight, thought I was hard (thought I was hard)
Shoot-outs when I was just fifteen, thought I got shot (goddamn)
Told grandma damn ain’t your baby lucky, she said that’s god (boy that’s just god)
She like let me talk to you (let me talk to you)
I’m like wassup granny (wassup) versuri-lyrics.info
She like you know I’m prayin’ for you (you know I’m prayin’)
I’m like I know you is granny (I know you is)
She said whatever you do boy, just take care of yourself (please)
I’m dying already, I can’t stand to see your death.

Granny pray that I don’t run into danger (she like god please)
She say the life you livin’, boy it’s just too gangster (it’s just too gangster)
Got watch my soul ‘cause these niggas want me hangin’ (they want me dead)
That’s why I never go nowhere without my banger (without my fire).

I was too small to fight so me I kept that pistol (I kept my Glock)
The schoolhouse with a bookbag, no book but that pistol (but that pistol)
I had the sack so at lunchtime I served my niggas (man I was trappin’)
Went found a plug, then went robbed him, I damn near killed him (I damn near killed him)
Now I got racks and I’m feelin’ like I’m that nigga (now I’m that nigga)
f*ck Lil Jeremy, I changed my name to Lil Fizzle (it’s Jay Fizzle)
Skipped the church service to go hang out with dealers (dope boy)
All I wanted was a pound, came ‘round Christmas (came ‘round Christmas)
Grandma caught me stretching dope, she damn near killed me (she beat my ass)
She flooded my dope, said get a job and stop that dealing (aye stop that dealing)
Just a lil gangsta, out here tryna make it
While I’m up in the streets my granny prayin’ the streets don’t take me.

Granny pray that I don’t run into danger (she like god please)
She say the life you livin’, boy it’s just too gangster (it’s just too gangster)
Got watch my soul ‘cause these niggas want me hangin’ (they want me dead)
That’s why I never go nowhere without my banger (without my fire)
Granny prayin’ that I don’t run into danger (she like god please)
She say the life you livin’, boy it’s just too gangster (it’s just too gangster)
Got watch my soul ‘cause these niggas want me hangin’ (they want me dead)
That’s why I never go nowhere without my banger (without my fireee).
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Jay Fizzle – Menace To Society (feat. Young Dolph)

[Intro: Young Dolph]
I can’t be nobody but me man
Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I smoke blunts and rock designer in all my pictures
If I don’t like you, it’s fuck you and whoever wit’ you
I spill hot sauce everywhere I go, I make a mess
Your favorite rapper on my IG learning how to dress
And his bitch on my line talking ’bout she got next
Record labels on my line, say they got a blank check
Waiting on me, I said hold up, wait homie
I ain’t nothing like these rappers y’all been out here signing
I came in this bitch ballin’ like Pac mixed with the Big Tymers
Don’t ask me what I rep, just read these motherfuckin’ diamonds
My daddy couldn’t give me shit so I give my son the world
He only two and I already tell him don’t trust these girls

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If it ain’t ’bout no paper put that shit behind me
I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
Pain killers and promethazine, nobody high as me
I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
Posted in the trap somewhere, that’s where you can find me
Why you talk about the streets so much? cause that’s who signed me
Jumped out of the Rari just like Kane in a white tee
I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society

[Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]
Your favorite rapper scared of me, tell him to come out hiding
All this goddamn sauce on me come from inside these diamonds
Big-faced Rollie wrapped ’round my wrist, it got perfect timing
Dope boy table, fake A jump, 500 just to line me
Bitches tryna find me, labels beg to sign me
Fuck the deal, Empire for life until I’m dead
My Glock, some weed, some pills, that’s all I need, now where my meds?
Posted at the trap with the draco in my left hand
All through your city in that foreign where you can find me
My [?] man like has been, keep shooters right behind me
I buy a bitch with candy, can’t trust no ho, she lying
Keep bullshit way behind, man Lil Fizzle just be shining

[Hook: Young Dolph]
If it ain’t ’bout no paper put that shit behind me
I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
Pain killers and promethazine, nobody high as me
I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society
Posted in the trap somewhere, that’s where you can find me
Why you talk about the streets so much? cause that’s who signed me
Jumped out of the Rari just like Kane in a white tee
I feel sorry for your mama, menace to society