Rrah, rrah
Gang, gang, gang
Everything Mvjor
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Gang, gang, gang
Rrah, rrah, rrah
Gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Get the purge and bet I act like a fool with it
F*ck the opps, I could never be cool with 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Faced a ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm toting this blicky for nothing
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushing
Niggas ain't steppin' for real, stop the bluffing
They be holsters, just be clutching
Crackin' out teeth and the chopper is rushing
Now they got it, embalm 'em and stuff 'em
Out of love, they ain't spinning for nothing
I ain't dissing, I'm really tryna touch him
Catch him in traffic, slump him in public
He be off from the game, so we touch him
Lost the flies, get the clique and the blicky
My lil' stepper a spin 'til he dizzy
F*ck the other side, them niggas driddy
In the spot with a Glock with a 50
PTSD, I got it from my first
When you take a life you better know his worth
Last nigga dissed, we put him on a shirt
Got a Glock with a switch, I squeeze it and it squirt
Lil opp ass treesh, she a munch
She straight think about sex after brunch
My young niggas go up off a punch
Smoke a opp, then put boy in a blunt
A new opp nigga die every month
Caught a shot to the chest, he was acting too drunk
Ask the opps how much times I done spun
Get the drop, "Where they at?", put that boy in the trunk
Do a hit then we spin off (spin off)
Drilling in Gallery, Dior (dior)
Headshot, we knocked it clean off (clean off)
I get to check, I'm a speed off (speed off)
I been itchin' to let off the blick
Get the drop, and we go take the trip
Bro be steppin', I 'ont even take pics
I'm the type to go spin in a bliff (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Get the purge and bet I act like a fool with it
F*ck the opps, I could never be cool with 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Faced a ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm toting this blicky for nothing
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushing
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Rrah, rrah
Gang, gang, gang
Everything Mvjor
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Gang, gang, gang
Rrah, rrah, rrah
Gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Get the purge and bet I act like a fool with it
F*ck the opps, I could never be cool with 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Faced a ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm toting this blicky for nothing
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushing
Niggas ain't steppin' for real, stop the bluffing
They be holsters, just be clutching
Crackin' out teeth and the chopper is rushing
Now they got it, embalm 'em and stuff 'em
Out of love, they ain't spinning for nothing
I ain't dissing, I'm really tryna touch him
Catch him in traffic, slump him in public
He be off from the game, so we touch him
Lost the flies, get the clique and the blicky
My lil' stepper a spin 'til he dizzy
F*ck the other side, them niggas driddy
In the spot with a Glock with a 50
PTSD, I got it from my first
When you take a life you better know his worth
Last nigga dissed, we put him on a shirt
Got a Glock with a switch, I squeeze it and it squirt
Lil opp ass treesh, she a munch
She straight think about sex after brunch
My young niggas go up off a punch
Smoke a opp, then put boy in a blunt
A new opp nigga die every month
Caught a shot to the chest, he was acting too drunk
Ask the opps how much times I done spun
Get the drop, "Where they at?", put that boy in the trunk
Do a hit then we spin off (spin off)
Drilling in Gallery, Dior (dior)
Headshot, we knocked it clean off (clean off)
I get to check, I'm a speed off (speed off)
I been itchin' to let off the blick
Get the drop, and we go take the trip
Bro be steppin', I 'ont even take pics
I'm the type to go spin in a bliff (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Get the purge and bet I act like a fool with it
F*ck the opps, I could never be cool with 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Faced a ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm toting this blicky for nothing
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushing
Gang, gang, gang
Everything Mvjor
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Gang, gang, gang
Rrah, rrah, rrah
Gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Get the purge and bet I act like a fool with it
F*ck the opps, I could never be cool with 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Faced a ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm toting this blicky for nothing
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushing
Niggas ain't steppin' for real, stop the bluffing
They be holsters, just be clutching
Crackin' out teeth and the chopper is rushing
Now they got it, embalm 'em and stuff 'em
Out of love, they ain't spinning for nothing
I ain't dissing, I'm really tryna touch him
Catch him in traffic, slump him in public
He be off from the game, so we touch him
Lost the flies, get the clique and the blicky
My lil' stepper a spin 'til he dizzy
F*ck the other side, them niggas driddy
In the spot with a Glock with a 50
PTSD, I got it from my first
When you take a life you better know his worth
Last nigga dissed, we put him on a shirt
Got a Glock with a switch, I squeeze it and it squirt
Lil opp ass treesh, she a munch
She straight think about sex after brunch
My young niggas go up off a punch
Smoke a opp, then put boy in a blunt
A new opp nigga die every month
Caught a shot to the chest, he was acting too drunk
Ask the opps how much times I done spun
Get the drop, "Where they at?", put that boy in the trunk
Do a hit then we spin off (spin off)
Drilling in Gallery, Dior (dior)
Headshot, we knocked it clean off (clean off)
I get to check, I'm a speed off (speed off)
I been itchin' to let off the blick
Get the drop, and we go take the trip
Bro be steppin', I 'ont even take pics
I'm the type to go spin in a bliff (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Get the purge and bet I act like a fool with it
F*ck the opps, I could never be cool with 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Faced a ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm toting this blicky for nothing
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushing
Writer: Jeffrey Alexander
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Copyright: Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, EMPIRE PUBLISHING