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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 purging, better act a fool with it Fuck 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 Facing 10 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 gotta embalm him and stuff him 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 [?], get the clique and the blicky My lil' stepper a spin 'til he dizzy Fuck the otherside, 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 thinking 'bout 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 in his 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 not the 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 Bro be steppin', he 'ont even take pics I'm the type to go spin in a lyft (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Get the purging, better act a fool with it Fuck 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 Facing 10 for attempt, I still up it Think I'm totin' this blicky for nothing? They gon' need paramedics to rush him Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushing
Writer(s): Mikul Thomas, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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