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Gucci Mane - Tunnel Vision Ft Bic Fizzle Lyrics

"Tunnel Vision" lyrics BiC Fizzle Lyrics "Tunnel Vision"

(FOREVEROLLING)

Tunnel vision, I ain't crashin' out, get in the wind, we make you collision (Grrt)
Everybody shootin' so when we hit ain't no tellin' who did it (Boom)
Rap, trap or the field, we chose for one, just respect my decision (Ayy)
Temperature so hot up in this bitch, I might burn up the kitchen (Hot)
Fizzle might burn up the pot (Hot)
Work my wrist from side to side
Then send up shots from block to block
Heard they were plottin' on a lick, so I went bought a bigger Glock
Bigger gun in shot for shot, 1K 4L, I'm claimin' 'em all
Them youngins bang to a hundred blocks

Jackson 5, my diamonds dancin', look like Michael in this watch (Prr)
I'm that young nigga that took a game up to another notch
Toast a ho, no love for thots (Thots, thots)
I was all in middle school, rubber bands on monkey knots
Bitch, I'm callin' shots (Shots), that young nigga hot (Hot)
2021, that's how I just swerve off the lot (Skrrt)
Might catch me in Calabasas somewhere on a yacht (Yup)
In my section with that Wesson, three Backwoods and four-fives (Big brrt)
Upgraded my shots (Yeah)
I need plenty rounds, so when I shoot, this ho don't stop (Brrt)
These niggas be gangster, shit go left, they turn to cops (Flop)
I just threw a scope on top my Glock like Black Ops (Yeah)
Fill a Ghost at in them trenches, with them Bentleys set up shop

Tunnel vision, I ain't crashin' out, get in the wind, we make you collision (Grrt)
Everybody shootin' so when we hit ain't no tellin' who did it (Boom)
Rap, trap or the field, we chose for one, just respect my decision (Ayy)
Temperature so hot up in this bitch, I might burn up the kitchen (Hot)
Fizzle might burn up the pot (Hot)
Work my wrist from side to side (Skrrt)
Then send up shots from block to block
Heard they were plottin' on a lick, so I went bought a bigger Glock
Bigger gun in shot for shot (Shot), 1K 4L (Shot), I'm claimin' 'em all
Them youngins bang to a hundred blocks (To a hundred)

Gang shit, no lame shit (Gang)
Hit you, get your brain split (Huh?)
Ever since I made a dollar (Yup), I ain't duck the same since (On God)
Cherry nigga, but get red, don't play with that kill switch
Let them birds come through the mail, I swear bale a real bitch (Bale)
I swear bale a real ho (Ho, ho)
Told myself that I'ma quit, but I can't leave the trenches 'lone (No, no)
On the E-Way hit two hundred, bitch, I'm solo in my zone (Skrrt)
He tryna make long money, why the fuck you on my phone? (Huh?)
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane (Huh?), you know kush is my cologne (Yup)
Beat the block, I find the next lick, we get them bitches gone
Say, "Don't knock on the front door, just eat the size, you need a zone"
Break down a pack and make it stack, I'm trappin' hard out the black phone

Tunnel vision, I ain't crashin' out, get in the wind, we make you collision (Grrt)
Everybody shootin' so when we hit ain't no tellin' who did it (Boom, boom, boom)
Rap, trap or the field, we chose for one, just respect my decision (Ayy, bitch)
Temperature so hot up in this bitch, I might burn up the kitchen (Hot)
Fizzle might burn up the pot (Hot)
Work my wrist from side to side (Skrrt)
Then send up shots from block to block
Heard they were plottin' on a lick (Yeah), so I went bought a bigger Glock
Bigger gun in shot for shot (Shot), 1K 4L (Shot), I'm claimin' 'em all
Them youngins bang to a hundred blocks