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Az Chike - No Kizzy Lyrics

No Kizzy Lyrics[Intro]
(JR, this beat really slap, bro)

[Chorus: Capolow]
Bitch, real rap, no kizzy
DJ, turn me up, play my shit, we get jiggy
I don't think I could name a nigga fucking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto bitch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our ass, get them shits 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
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, 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
Bitch, I got my ice, bitch, I got my pipe
Riding with a Glock, put this bitch 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 nigga on your damn street
A star up in my hood, I need a Grammy
I was fucking on that bitch from Detroit, she tried to scam me
They still asking 'bout that house in Miami

[Chorus: Capolow]
Bitch, real rap, no kizzy
DJ, turn me up, play my shit, we get jiggy
I don't think I could name a nigga fucking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto bitch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our ass, get them shits 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
Niggas really B, I be bopping with a Billy
Bully in the Bay, niggas bimping out a Bentley
Ho, we sliding, like, really
Money on the clock, I had to time my millies
Ride for my niggas when I pop my wheelies
Cooking in the trap, I never drop my skillet
But I might drop my bitches
And sell 'em to the streets, come and cop my bitches
I don't know who, but them is not my bitches
Niggas like hoes, can you stop that bitching? (Can you stop that, bitch?)

[Chorus: Capolow]
Bitch, real rap, no kizzy
DJ, turn me up, play my shit, we get jiggy
I don't think I could name a nigga fucking with me
Murder on my mind, stay gripping on the glizzy
Bad ghetto bitch, real shiesty from the city
Get out our ass, get them shits 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