Lyrics:

[Verse 1] One, two, three, four, Fizzo came through and I'm blazin out the door Hold five to six hoes Causin frenzies round the globe And my belly stay froze, cuz my chain hang low Now I'm gettin paid, every single day Wit my niggas, my niggas Chris and J Now its best you move out my way Cuz yall been havin bad days ever since I took place Who's with fast names Casin um wit a race Don't try to spit dog If you can't make a hit Don't try to make her shake If she don't move like a snake Throw it on her like a Cham-pien Bouncin like a tramp-line I'm telling you sweet thing They think I'm mean It's only right that we get this green Start the game is open I'm takin it like I-V Rappers boy I have a place like Kobe [Chorus] Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow (what) Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow (C'mon) Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow You think you know, but you have no idea. The Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow (what) Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow (C'mon) Fizzo Got Flow The Fizzo Got Flow You think you know, but you have no idea. [Verse 2] I came through this game abrupt Yall said who's him Slim wit the tilted brim On Prada blue Timbz It wasn't long 'for I filled my chain wit gems Turned linen into Benz Bought an E Class Benz Now yall wanna say how he speak so fluent How he keep the crowds movin I hope he's neva truin Do I hafta say that I'm betta than yall When your album can't compare to my sixteen balls Yall got me confused, I don't kick it wit nerds Im a gown man, yall kids like big bird Look d