Blika Blika
Let's get it
You not like that y'all going off a name y'all had before
Say he came wrong but when I pop out cuts he getting low
I'm out of town but you know what it is I get that load
(Aye Khali Khali bring me one of them Percs broskis)
(Damn bitch I got 3 left)
Man what?
Why you talking you next? You really a sneaky disser (Really a sneaky disser)
You be talking like a killer, you don't even keep your pistol (Keep your pistol)
Oh yeah, Lil Durk you a snake, you say you'll kill your niggas (I did)
He ain't my dog no more, he an opp now, see him get the blika (Yeah)
IPhone chopper get the flicking, he a bitch I keep my distance (Keep my distance)
You outside for no damn reason tryna take some pictures (Take some pictures)
You tryna take a Perc, I'm tryna take your niggas
Why niggas playing with Durk? Like I don't stand on business (Let's get it)
Pill got me in no auto mode, tools like Autozone
He sent the opp and kept on moving like he ain't got opps no more (Lil' pussy)
I heard that lil' shit that you said, that's gon' shot no more
Don't call me tryna explain yourself, ain't tryna talk no more
They gonna run in your motherfucking house
This gonna happen every fucking time you run your motherfucking mouth
Why you steady asking for my car like you be sliding?
On the 'Gram like you be lurking knowing damn well you hiding
Heard the feds try to sign you to a deal I heard you signed
Stopped my passport out the airport had to go and cop a private
It ain't hard to find me (No), the trenches made me grimey
Opps made it cool for back door got me slimey
Ran out of pills I need some more I be riding
48 'em up from head to toe, he need dialysis
Heard you went to court and you stood up
Every time a nigga die you get put up
Don't gotta ask me what I am, I throw my hood up
Take who chain from off who neck? Nigga, good luck
Yeah, see (Man what?)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah (Gang)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah (What?)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah
Blika blika, shit, blik his ass, yeah (Shit)
Blika blika, shit, I bliked his ass, gang
You not like that y'all going off a name y'all had before
Say he came wrong but when I pop out cuts he getting low
I'm out of town but you know what it is I get that load
(Aye Khali Khali bring me one of them Percs broskis)
(Damn bitch I got 3 left)
Man what?
Why you talking you next? You really a sneaky disser (Really a sneaky disser)
You be talking like a killer, you don't even keep your pistol (Keep your pistol)
Oh yeah, Lil Durk you a snake, you say you'll kill your niggas (I did)
He ain't my dog no more, he an opp now, see him get the blika (Yeah)
IPhone chopper get the flicking, he a bitch I keep my distance (Keep my distance)
You outside for no damn reason tryna take some pictures (Take some pictures)
You tryna take a Perc, I'm tryna take your niggas
Why niggas playing with Durk? Like I don't stand on business (Let's get it)
Pill got me in no auto mode, tools like Autozone
He sent the opp and kept on moving like he ain't got opps no more (Lil' pussy)
I heard that lil' shit that you said, that's gon' shot no more
Don't call me tryna explain yourself, ain't tryna talk no more
They gonna run in your motherfucking house
This gonna happen every fucking time you run your motherfucking mouth
Why you steady asking for my car like you be sliding?
On the 'Gram like you be lurking knowing damn well you hiding
Heard the feds try to sign you to a deal I heard you signed
Stopped my passport out the airport had to go and cop a private
It ain't hard to find me (No), the trenches made me grimey
Opps made it cool for back door got me slimey
Ran out of pills I need some more I be riding
48 'em up from head to toe, he need dialysis
Heard you went to court and you stood up
Every time a nigga die you get put up
Don't gotta ask me what I am, I throw my hood up
Take who chain from off who neck? Nigga, good luck
Yeah, see (Man what?)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah (Gang)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah (What?)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah
Blika blika, shit, blik his ass, yeah (Shit)
Blika blika, shit, I bliked his ass, gang
Credits
Writer(s): Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Durk Banks, Anthony Beechan, Michael Brendan O'brien
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