Lyrics

Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky Sellin' packs by the laundromat Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back But I still keep a blicky, I ain't done with that Once she stop frontin' with that pussy, I'ma punish that And if I miss, I'ma spin the block Even if I hit, I'ma spin the block If I miss, I'ma spin the block Run up on him with the blick, I'ma let it flop Get the chips, gotta get the guap Word to mother, we tote blicks, I got hella opps Headshot, face shot, if them rakes was dropped ABC and WPI1, yellow tape the block That pussy, I'ma punish that Them blickys, I'm in love with that Tuck it like a running back, we throwin' like some Quarterbacks Choppers like a lumberjack, hell nah I ain't with none Of that Say some shit, they run with that, got dracos with the drum attached Take a spin, let's go kill a opp Hollow tips give up his liver, they know how we pop It ain't safe, yeah we spin a lot Broad day, head tap, I done killed a lot Sellin' packs by the laundromat Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back But I still keep a blicky, I ain't done with that Once she stop frontin' with that pussy, I'ma punish that And if I miss, I'ma spin the block Even if I hit, I'ma spin the block If I miss, I'ma spin the block Run up on him with the blick, I'ma let it flop I don't know about them, I don't know about yall, but I'ma keep a Glock Don't play with me, I swear for God, I'll get a nigga shot And I can't let you hold the rod, I don't know what you 'bout Say I be runnin' with the squad cause we all we got Me 22Gz, hit yo scene, sprayin' two 23's I'm just tryna beat, when I skeet, baby you can leave I can't even see, all this blood in my eye-e's Let me in the club with my gun, not my ID Damn, how the fuck I'm in a Jag' and I'm sniping? (Yeah) Hit yo' block with no tag and no high beams Sniper Gang, boy you know Who got your nigga popped Broad day, don't check, I done killed a lot Sellin' packs by the laundromat Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back But I still keep a blicky, I ain't done with that Once she stop frontin' with that pussy, I'ma punish that And if I miss, I'ma spin the block Even if I hit, I'ma spin the block If I miss, I'ma spin the block Run up on him with the blick, I'ma let it flop If he act up, we gon' spin his block, make it hot Everything litty, Henny in the spot I got niggas, got the gang with me, They know how we rockin' (gang gang gang) I got aim with it, blickys get to poppin' I keep one up in the head, run up on him, he ain't dead Valentinos, a few racks, oh yeah y'all ain't did that yet I love runnin' up these bands, Gettin' money, need that cheddar I got Flatbush on my back, FTO, don't get caught slippin' Early mornin' and we fishin', I'm tryna catch a victim Switch the plates up on the Civic, We purging tryna kill him Beat my charges, now it's litty Gang-Gang and they comin' with me (gang gang gang) The Gang and they comin' with me Sellin' packs by the laundromat Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back But I still keep a blicky, I ain't done with that Once she stop frontin' with that pussy, I'ma punish that And if I miss, I'ma spin the block Even if I hit, I'ma spin the block If I miss, I'ma spin the block Run up on him with the blick, I'ma let it flop
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods, Orlando Paul Wharton, Bill K. Kapri, Jeffrey Mark Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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