[Intro: Jay Fizzle]
Fizzle
Gang
Uh, woah, woah
Fuck you talking about, how lot of crip shit n***a, know what i’m saying?
Got Lolife with me
Ay, ay, ay

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
These hoes call me blood bro, you know i’m a crip bitch
So you disrespect ho, get hit in your lip bitch
Shoot like Stephen Curry, I got .30 in my clip bitch
Shoot like Stephen Curry, I got .30 in my clip bitch
Catch him at the back door, shooters at the front door
Big boy, 45, turn your head into a Cheerio (Bow)
Hanging out the window, shoot him with a micro draco (Micro draco)
Fucking his ken folk, kidnap the baby kill his main ho (Pussy)
Imma get him touched, get a lil n***a fucked up (Ay)
Grape already know, cripping in my motherfucking bloods
Shitting on n***as, damn I need some motherfucking lugs
On the block everyday, hanging with the motherfucking thugs (Gang)

[Chorus: Jay Fizzle]
Fizzle and Lolife (Ay)
Fizzle and Lolife (Gang)
Fizzle and Lolife (Crip)
Fizzle and Lolife (Yeah)
Fizzle and Lolife (Ay)
Fizzle and Lolife (Gang)
Fizzle and Lolife (Crip)
Fizzle and Lolife (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lolife Blacc]
I’m with Fizzle and we all on some gang shit
Put your face on a shirt, make you famous
See you twisting up, don’t know what you claiming
Get you wacked for that shit that you banging
But you serve, and the wave to the bus
He a nobody, my Glock yeah i’ll bust it
Too broke to buy a Bentley, but I’m too rich to ride the bus
That new deal bust it open like surgery
Keep that box open, then I serve it
I was getting some head on the highway, 12 pull out that’s why I was swerving
Truck load, hell nah I ain’t nervous
You take the stand, then it’s purgery
All hands on, I’m the middle man, I bet these n***as too scared to serve
I’m like neighborhood Fizzle, big grape
Hit the interstate, serve you grade A
Wake your ass up, gon’ trap out the next state
Whack your witness now they like “what case?”
We all know, no face no case
Left his face on his shirt cause you pump fake
Got hoes with coke on the runway
Fuck bitches, serve bags on hump day