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lirik lagu notice me – fivio foreign

yeah
yeah

fivio foreign, don’t f*ck with no dizzy
got a problem, tell ’em get with me
try to shoot me, but they didn’t hit me
scammin’ what we steal, lookin’ for a city
off a perc’ and i’m lookin’ for a titty (yeah)
got a thot and i’m lookin’ for a spizzy (yeah)
got a condom, i don’t go raw diggy (nah)
my demons, i’m bringin’ ’em all with me
say my name and i’m coming, i’m throwin’ (boom)
do a drill on a camera and show it
took a perc’ and they don’t even know it
that’s the pill that be keepin’ me focused (yeah)
n*ggas hatin’, they act like i care
if you got a complaint, n*gga, leave me a notice
just watch how you come approach this (fivi)
i hit whoever come the closest

i never let them n*ggas get the up
i get a little feeling in the sto’
one man down, that was not enough
i’ma need a new body every month
i need a new meal every lunch
he can come through here if he want
tell a b*tch: two pairs and it’s fun
brought a shooter with me, he gon’ need somethin’
if i point a finger, he gon’ leave somethin’
money on my head, get your refund
shorty give me love, i ain’t need none
wanna give me some, give me threesomes
yeah (yeah), wanna give me some, give me threesomes
(wanna give me some, give me threesomes)
yeah, look, i pull up, i call with the devil
you demons is not on my level
spend me a lot on a yellow (yeah)
my b*tch’ll come beat your ass in stilletos
my driver go speedin’ fast on a pedal
i make ’em see cash in the ghetto
i spend a hundred on a watch (i did)
i still act so ghetto

every opp shot (huh?)
everything dead, n*gga (like what? like what?)
41 shots in a, real brooklyn sh*t, you heard?
fivi with me (kr)
everything dead
41 shots to the

dior on my fit, b*tch, don’t step on my shoes (b*tch)
i’m with dior, he upping the woo
when i step in the spot, i make everything hot (boom, boom, boom)
like, f*ck around and give n*ggas the flu (boom, boom, boom)
why he tryna be somethin’ he not?
if he fast on his feet, we shoot him out his shoes
shorty tryna cuff me like a cop, but i know she a thot, i’m not movin’ no fool
i’m ebk and i’m posted with fivi
like, d*mn, only headshots, no id (no id)
and this shorty told me come along, but i’m bringin’ my gun, i think she tryna line me
catch a shot if he thinkin’ he ocky
like, all the guys keep sticks like hockey
i’m off the wockiana, movin’ wocky
and i’ll come and knock a n*gga out like rocky (boom, boom, boom)
d*mn, and they know i’m a vet’ (know i’m a vet’)
youngest n*gga, they know i’ma step (like, d*mn)
throw up the 4, don’t drop my set
when i walk in the spot, i’m opposin’ a threat
phone ring, i ain’t pickin’ it up (on bro)
your homie dead, ain’t no pickin’ him up (that n*gga dead)
b*tch, i’m a demon posted with some demons
he thinkin’ he tough, then we sending him up

said i get in my feelings start lookin’ for doopties
like fivi, we made a movie
she a diamond, no ruby
i cannot, if that b*tch is a smoochie
no ice spice, like put the beam to his face, i might up twice
41 knock ’em out like punchlines
and i keep multiple sticks like drumline
yo, sheik, you know what to do
when he reverse the v, brodie up it and boom (like)
when i cl!ck on my gun, it’s gon blow like a flute
these n*ggas rappin’ be stuck in the booth
don’t, don’t run, tote guns
like, tata gon’ fl!ck till it’s done
if he 41k he get sent to the sun
like i’m with kr, that’s multiple guns
jah*jah woo, up it in fashion (like, d*mn)
no band aid, he in the cut
when we speed up the v, that boy ran out of luck
like it was magic, he turned into dust (just like that)
and the opps can’t tweak, that boy done ran on his feet
i know the opps, they not bigger than we

three guns in the v, spinning 3 v’s deep
twenty shots in the room (yeah, yeah, yeah)
like, if it’s up, he go straight to the moon
i’m on they block tryna find me a goon
if he don’t move fast, then that thing go: boom
i’m with jah and he flockin’ for tdot
pistol bullets is knocking his tree top
i’m with the steppers, don’t watch what we do (like what?)
iffy be buggin’, st*rdy with the tool
keep a switch ’cause these n*ggas be switchin’ (b*tch)
he get shot if he tryna get dizzy
[?] if he totin’ amiri (like what?)
like, if i’m doley, you know that it’s near me
f*ck it, might step in chanel
like and i might switch it up with the [?]
sh*t get sticky if i kick it to rel (yeah, like what?)
if a n*gga not silent, he can’t be around me
disrespectin’ my dead, he get put in a spliff
too, too lit, give a f*ck ’bout a diss
big double r because i’m really lit (like, d*mn)
like i’m in tints, they can’t see through the whip
i’m with iffy, that’s double the sticks (like what?)
i’m in all black tryna find me a blixk

fivio foreign, don’t f*ck with no dizzy (nah)
got a problem, tell ’em get with me
try to shoot me, but they didn’t hit me
scammin’ what we steal, lookin’ for a city
off a perc’ and i’m lookin’ for a titty (yeah)
got a thot and i’m lookin’ for a spizzy (yeah)
got a condom, i don’t go raw diggy (nah)
my demons, i’m bringin’ ’em all with me
say my name and i’m coming, i’m throwin’ (boom)
do a drill on a camera and show it
took a perc’ and they don’t even know it
that’s the pill that be keepin’ me focused (yeah)
n*ggas hatin’, they act like i care
if you got a complaint, n*gga, leave me a notice
just watch how you come approach this (fivi)
i hit whoever come the closest

like what?

- fivio foreign

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