Bandit
Grrr
Gang
Blicky the blicky
Rah
Word to my mother I stay with a blicky
Bitch I'm a bandit, I know they hopin' that I get remanded
Pull up with snipers and blickies, don't panic
Smokin' my who? Don't get bodied on camera
Didn't throw the blicky inside the Atlantic
He ain't gon make it, we did too much damage
Shot to the tummy, we shattered his liver
He tried to slither through the snakes 'til we bit him
He outta luck, he got hit, he ain't get up
Run down, drive by, flock him and split up
They see them sheisties and they got to duckin'
Thought it was sweet, they ain't think we would touch him
Dead on arrival, it was too late to rush him
We caught an opp nigga lackin' and snuck him
Spinnin' in three v's, heard he got pitied
Mata gon open, you click, yeah it's vegan
Said he gon' up it in public he fiendin'
We left a whole 'lotta blood on the cement
I pop a perky and turn to a demon
Blick in the hoodie, they know it's the season
Spot him in traffic and send him to Venus
Brodie gon' rinse him, brodie gon' leave him
We left him leaking, 'cause he was tweakin'
Gun in his mouth, nigga watch how you speakin'
Said it's man down, we find out where he sleepin'
Shooter ain't patient, he tryna go creepin'
Pull out the plug, you gon' hear all the beepin'
I'm throwing first at the jakes at the precinct
Gang, blick, blick, gang, gang
Free Tay-K, how you gon' run from an AK?
Brodie got racks in his JPay
He was a shooter like JJ (Gang)
Up the blicky, bet it make him stutter
Heard he on an island, caught him get him cut up
If he slippin, nigga then we comin'
You ain't gotta ask, we pullin' up and then bun him
Send the opp nigga up hallelujah
Did it for free, I ain't give him no moola
Flock up his Uber, they can't find his shooters
Walk up on feet, I'm respected by shooters
Might use the bike, got tired of the scooters
Five point seven, I'm toting the Rooga
I only aim for the chest and medulla
Stop all the cap, like we opps on computers
When the last time niggas spill shit?
Why they be rapping like they really kill shit?
Brodie be twirlin' with blicks in his wheelchair
You see em blazing just know that I sent it
We got the drop, they outside so we bent it
Bro on the run, he just duckin' his sentence
He left a fuck nigga dead in the trenches
What you think happen when steppers get mentioned? (Gang)
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Niggas ain't heavy, ain't doin' no drills
Twirl
Sniper the blicky the blicky the blicky the blicky
Gang
Blicky the blicky
Rah
Word to my mother I stay with a blicky
Bitch I'm a bandit, I know they hopin' that I get remanded
Pull up with snipers and blickies, don't panic
Smokin' my who? Don't get bodied on camera
Didn't throw the blicky inside the Atlantic
He ain't gon make it, we did too much damage
Shot to the tummy, we shattered his liver
He tried to slither through the snakes 'til we bit him
He outta luck, he got hit, he ain't get up
Run down, drive by, flock him and split up
They see them sheisties and they got to duckin'
Thought it was sweet, they ain't think we would touch him
Dead on arrival, it was too late to rush him
We caught an opp nigga lackin' and snuck him
Spinnin' in three v's, heard he got pitied
Mata gon open, you click, yeah it's vegan
Said he gon' up it in public he fiendin'
We left a whole 'lotta blood on the cement
I pop a perky and turn to a demon
Blick in the hoodie, they know it's the season
Spot him in traffic and send him to Venus
Brodie gon' rinse him, brodie gon' leave him
We left him leaking, 'cause he was tweakin'
Gun in his mouth, nigga watch how you speakin'
Said it's man down, we find out where he sleepin'
Shooter ain't patient, he tryna go creepin'
Pull out the plug, you gon' hear all the beepin'
I'm throwing first at the jakes at the precinct
Gang, blick, blick, gang, gang
Free Tay-K, how you gon' run from an AK?
Brodie got racks in his JPay
He was a shooter like JJ (Gang)
Up the blicky, bet it make him stutter
Heard he on an island, caught him get him cut up
If he slippin, nigga then we comin'
You ain't gotta ask, we pullin' up and then bun him
Send the opp nigga up hallelujah
Did it for free, I ain't give him no moola
Flock up his Uber, they can't find his shooters
Walk up on feet, I'm respected by shooters
Might use the bike, got tired of the scooters
Five point seven, I'm toting the Rooga
I only aim for the chest and medulla
Stop all the cap, like we opps on computers
When the last time niggas spill shit?
Why they be rapping like they really kill shit?
Brodie be twirlin' with blicks in his wheelchair
You see em blazing just know that I sent it
We got the drop, they outside so we bent it
Bro on the run, he just duckin' his sentence
He left a fuck nigga dead in the trenches
What you think happen when steppers get mentioned? (Gang)
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Niggas ain't heavy, ain't doin' no drills
Twirl
Sniper the blicky the blicky the blicky the blicky
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Alexander
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