Tunnel Vision (Explicit) - BiC Fizzle
Lyrics by：Henning Grüschow/Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr/Jeremiah Northern
FOREVEROLLING
Tunnel vision
I ain't crashin' out get in the win we making collision
Grrt
Everybody shootin' so when we hit ain't no telling who did it
Boom
Rap trap or the field whichever one just respect my decision
Ayy
Temperature so hot up in this ***** I might burn up the kitchen
Hot
Fizzle might burn up the pot
Hot
Work my wrist from side to side then set up shop from block to block
Heard they were plottin' on a lick so I went and bought a bigger Glock
Bigger gun that's shot for shot
1K 4L we claim the mob
Them youngins bang 1200 Block
Jackson 5 my diamonds dancin' look like Michael in this watch
Prr
I'm that young n***a that took the game up to another notch
Toss a ho no love for thots
Thots thots
I was all in middle school with rubber bands on monkey knots
***** I'm callin' shots
Shots
That young n***a hot
Hot
2021 that's how I just swerved off the lot
Skrrt
Might catch me in Calabasas somewhere on a yacht
Yup
In my section with that Wesson three Backwoods and four thots
Big Backwood
Upgraded my shots
Yeah
I need plenty rounds so when I shoot this ho don't stop
Brrt stop
These n***as be gangster **** go left they turn to cops
Flop
I just threw a scope on top of my Glock like Black Ops
Yeah
Still'll go set in them trenches with them villains set up shop
Tunnel vision
I ain't crashin' out get in the win we making collision
Grrt
Everybody shootin' so when we hit ain't no telling who did it
Boom
Rap trap or the field whichever one just respect my decision
Ayy
Temperature so hot up in this ***** I might burn up the kitchen
Hot
Fizzle might burn up the pot
Hot
Work my wrist from side to side then set up shop from block to block
Heard they were plottin' on a lick so I went and bought a bigger Glock
Bigger gun that's shot for shot
1K 4L we claim the mob
Them youngins bang 1200 Block
Gang **** no lame ****
Gang
Hit you get your brain split
Huh
Ever since I made a dollar
Yup
I ain't felt the same since
On God
Chill n***a but get red don't play with that kill switch
Let them birds come through the mail I swear bae a real *****
Real
I swear bae a real ho
Ho ho
Told myself that I'ma quit but I can't leave these tricks alone
No no
On the E-way hit two hundred ***** I'm solo in my zone
Skrrt
You ain't tryna make no money why the **** you on my phone
Huh
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane
Huh
You know kush is my cologne
Yup
Hit the block I find the nearest lick we get them ******* gone
Say don't knock on the front door just hit the side you need a zone
Break down a pack and make it stack I'm trapping hard off the black phone
Tunnel vision
I ain't crashin' out get in the win we making collision
Grrt
Everybody shootin' so when we hit ain't no telling who did it
Boom
Rap trap or the field whichever one just respect my decision
Ayy
Temperature so hot up in this ***** I might burn up the kitchen
Hot
Fizzle might burn up the pot
Hot
Work my wrist from side to side then set up shop from block to block
Heard they were plottin' on a lick so I went and bought a bigger Glock
Bigger gun that's shot for shot
1K 4L we claim the mob
Them youngins bang 1200 Block
