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Grrt Bap-bap-bow, bap-bap, bap-bap-bap-bap Ghosty Gang, gang, gang Blicky, the blicky Spinnin' with blickys and black flags Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that I had a gun in my backpack Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at? I pay them hitters through Cash App Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback We stuffin' bodies in trash bags I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags She a lil' baba (baba-baba) Willing to line a nigga for the slappings Been movin' tactic If it ain't on my waist, I got it in my jacket My shooters assassins 7.62s make 'em do backflips My lil' juvie a savage Got a .40, a Ruger, that came with attachments Ain't with the chit-chat Semi gon' split that, open that six pack (gang, gang, gang) Now he got a shit bag Blicky gon' kick back, why would I miss that? His medulla, we cracked it Bending the whip, pull up sprayin' and blastin' I see you wanna rap diss Sayin' my name is gon' come with a casket Spinnin' with blickys and black flags Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that I had a gun in my backpack Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at? I pay them hitters through Cash App Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback We stuffin' bodies in trash bags I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags Twirlin', spinnin', swervin', bendin' Lurkin' with it, purgin', drillin' Tinted windows, Glock extendos Hangin' out Suburbans with it I think she want me to slap that Pulled up on it, had the strap in my backpack Shawty a eater like Kat Stacks Back out the blicky, go crazy like Mad Max Spinnin' with blickys and black flags Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that I had a gun in my backpack Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at? I pay them hitters through Cash App Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback We stuffin' bodies in trash bags I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags
Writer(s): Bradley Robert Moss, Kevohn John, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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