No Kizzy lyrics

[Intro]
(JR, this beat really slap, bro)

[Chorus: Capolow]
b*tch, real rap, no kizzy
DJ, turn me up, play my sh*t, we get jiggy
I don't think I could name a n*gga f*cking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto b*tch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our ass, get them sh*ts out our titties
Don't approach me if you don't know me, you feel me?
I'll torch dude, got the fully auto semi

[Verse 1: Rucci]
Tell Rolling Loud I'm on the stage with my blicky
Rucc Dog, baby, in all red like I'm Trippie
b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck, I ain't really tryna bick it
In LA with Capolow off drugs and I'm tripping
Yeah, aight, I don't need no light
b*tch, I got my ice, b*tch, I got my pipe
Riding with a Glock, put this b*tch in sport
Middle finger out the roof, yelling, "Norf, Norf"
I be out the yard with them cutthroats
You gon' tell on yoursеlf, what you got a gun for?
Ayy, off the opp pack, puff, puff, smoke
Buck, buck, baow, left him on thе floor
Hold on, well, it's that gat toting, pistol holding n*gga on your damn street
A star up in my hood, I need a Grammy
I was f*cking on that b*tch from Detroit, she tried to scam me
They still asking 'bout that house in Miami
[Chorus: Capolow]
b*tch, real rap, no kizzy
DJ, turn me up, play my sh*t, we get jiggy
I don't think I could name a n*gga f*cking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto b*tch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our ass, get them sh*ts out our titties
Don't approach me if you don't know me, you feel me?
I'll torch dude, got the fully auto semi

[Verse 2: AzChike]
I give smoke, get a Swisher or the Philly
Chopper go dumb, let me show you I'm feeling
n*ggas really B, I be bopping with a Billy
Bully in the Bay, n*ggas bimping out a Bentley
Ho, we sliding, like, really
Money on the clock, I had to time my millies
Ride for my n*ggas when I pop my wheelies
Cooking in the trap, I never drop my skillet
But I might drop my b*tches
And sell 'em to the streets, come and cop my b*tches
I don't know who, but them is not my b*tches
n*ggas like hoes, can you stop that b*tching? (Can you stop that, b*tch?)

[Chorus: Capolow]
b*tch, real rap, no kizzy
DJ, turn me up, play my sh*t, we get jiggy
I don't think I could name a n*gga f*cking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto b*tch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our ass, get them sh*ts out our titties
Don't approach me if you don't know me, you feel me?
I'll torch dude, got the fully auto semi