Fivio Foreign – Notice Me Lyrics
Notice Me Lyrics by Fivio Foreign Ft. Tata, Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh
Yeah
Got a problem, tell ’em get with me (Baow)
Try to shoot me, but they didn’t hit me
Scammin’ what we steal, lookin’ for a city (Uh)
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 (Baow)
Took a Perc’ and they don’t even know it (Ha)
It’s a pill that be keepin’ me focused (Yeah)
niqqas hatin’, they act like I care
If you gotta come play, niqqa, leave me a notice
Just watch how you come approach this (Fivi)
I hit whoever come the closest
[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
I never let them niqqas 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 (Baow)
I need a new meal every lunch
He can come through here if he wants
Tell a B!tch, “Two pairs and it’s fun”
Brought a shooter with me, he gon’ need somethin’ (Brr)
If I point a finger, he gon’ leave somethin’
Money on my had, get your refund
Shorty give me love, I ain’t need none
Wanna give me some, give me threesomes (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah), wanna give me some, give me threesomes (Grrt, baow)
(Wanna give me some, give me threesomes)
Yeah, look, I pull up, I call with the Devil (Uh)
You Demons is not on my level (Baow)
Spend me a lot on a yellow (Yeah)
My B!tch’ll come beat your a$$ in Stilletos
My driver go speedin’ fast on a pedal (Skrrt)
I make ’em see cash in the ghetto
I spend a hundred on a watch (I did)
I still act so ghetto
Every opp shot (Huh?)
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Everything dead, niqqa (Like what? Like what?)
41 shots in a, real Brooklyn sh!t, ya heard? (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Fivi with me (KR)
Everything dead (Grrt)
41 shots in a [Verse 2: Tata] Dior on my fit, B!tch, don’t step on my shoes (B!tch)
I’m with Dior, he upping the Woo
When I step in this spot, I make everything hot (Boom, boom, boom)
I fvck around and give niqqas the flu (Boom, boom, boom)
Why he tryna be somethin’ he not?
If his a$$ wanna sing, we shoot him out his shoes (Grrt, baow)
That’s why they tryna cuff me like a cop, but I know she a thot, I’m not movin’ no f00l
I’m EBK and I’m posted with Fivi’
Like, damn, only headshots, no I.D. (No I.D.)
And lil’ shawty 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’ Wocki’
And I’ll come and knock a niqqa out like Rocky (Boom, boom, boom)
Damn, and they know I’m a vet’ (Know I’m a vet’)
Youngest niqqa, they know I’ma set (Like, damn)
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 niqqa dead)
B!tch, I’m a Demon posted with some Demons (Grrt)
He thinkin’ he tough, then we sending him up
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter] Said I get in my feelings start lookin’ for doopties
Like Fivi, we made a movie (Grrah, grrah, boom)
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 (Grrt, boom)
Yo, Sheik, you know what to do
When he reverse the V, brodie up it and boom (Grrah, like)
When I click on my gun, it’s gon blow like a flute (Grrah, grrah, boom)
These niqqas rappin’ be stuck in the booth
Don’t, don’t run, tote guns
Like, Tata gon’ flick ’til he done
If he 41k he get sent to the sun
Like I’m with KR, it’s multiple guns
Cha-cha, boom, up it in fashion (Like, damn)
No band aid, he in the cut
When we speed up the V, that boy ran out of luck (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Like it was magic, he turned into dust (Just like that)
And the opps can’t Tweet, that boy done ran on his feet (Grrah, grrah)
I know the opps ain’t [?] (Grrah, grrah)
(Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 4: Kyle Richh] Three guns in the V, spin the 3 he’s deep (Grrah)
Forty shots in the room (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If he fess up, he go straight to the moon
I’m on they block tryna find me a goon
If he don’t move fast, then the gun go “Boom” (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I’m with Jah and he flockin’ for TDot
Pistol bullets is knocking his sheets out
I’m with the steppers, don’t watch what they do (Like what?)
Iffy be buggin’, sturdy with the .2 (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Keep a switch ’cause these niqqas 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
fvck 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 niqqa not silent, he can’t be around me (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Disrespectin’ my dead, he get put in a spliff
[?] give a fvck ’bout a diss
Big Double R because I’m really lit (Like, damn)
Like I’m [?], they can’t see through the whip (Boom, graow)
I’m with Iffy, that’s double the sticks (Like what?)
I’m on your block tryna find me a blick
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign] Fivio Foreign, don’t fvck with no dizzy (Nah)
Got a problem, tell ’em get with me (Baow)
Try to shoot me, but they didn’t hit me
Scammin’ what we steal, lookin’ for a city (Uh)
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 (Baow)
Took a Perc’ and they don’t even know it (Ha)
It’s a pill that be keepin’ me focused (Yeah)
niqqas hatin’, they act like I care
If you gotta come play, niqqa, leave me a notice
Just watch how you come approach this (Fivi)
I hit whoever come the closest (Grrt, baow) [Outro] Grrah, grrah, boon
Like what?
Grrt, baow
Grrah, grrah, grrah