My Blick!
(Yeah, huh, shit get sticky)
Shit get sticky with my blicky
Pull up and I get to sprayin'
He ain't never been factor
Don't know what the fuck he sayin', yeah
I'ma just forward it and hop in a Ford
They do not know that's the bitch that I'm ignorin'
I believe when I'm sippin' and pourin
She wanna fuck after four
Hop in a Masi that you can't afford
You do not know all the benefits, bitch
She wanna fuck, but those are my kids
Went to the camp, we open his lids
You see a Opp, but I see a lick (Dead, Dead)
He talkin' down on the gang and we see that rattin'
Like, how do you speak through the wire?
I see his ass walkin' down on the streets
We cover our face and we set him on fire
Chopper get ready to sing out the choir
He said he high, but we sendin' him higher
He tryna tell us that it was a joke
But we know he a phony, we know he a liar
And I'm like, huh?, bitch, I put a fit
Walkin' around and I'm showin' the stick
You gon' get lucky if you don't get hit
But I keep a beam on the Glock, I don't miss
Damn, bitch, I put up all of my guns
On this shit got me seeing the meaning
I cannot say that I love her, when I'm with that hoe
But that shit, steady, sucking, and repeating
I'm finna cook up some lam, uh, make it out
Pull up with all of my sticks, what am I makin' now?
Pull up with this, fuckin' this bitch
Yeah, I'm an alien like Lilo and Stitch (huh)
He talkin' tuffy, he get lost in the ditch (huh-uh)
Hop in a Maserati, air it out like it's kamikaze
Mm, she give me sloppy-toppy
Fuck all the furniture, Hobby Lobby
Airing it out like it's kamikaze
Mm, sloppy-toppy
He talkin' tough, he get left in the pavement
Lil Brodie shot, we left him a patient, uh
Give me a sec, I'ma pray for that boy, amen
24-8, I'm feelin' like Kobe, I'm faded
Got two shots and this shit got me feelin' like an agent
I'm wearin' a mink
Shoes on my Prada, I'm proud of my genes
Flooding the fashion, I don't fuck with no pink, yeah
I'm tryna know what she think, yeah
I'm tryna know when to link
I'm tryna know where she been at
I'm tryna know, know, know
I'm tryna know, I'm tryna know
I'm tryna know, know, know
I'm tryna know
Shit get sticky with my blicky
Pull up and I get to sprayin'
He ain't never been factor
Don't know what the fuck he sayin', yeah
I'ma just forward it and hop in a Ford
They do not know that's the bitch that I'm ignorin'
I believe when I'm sippin' and pourin
She wanna fuck after four
Hop in a Masi that you can't afford
You do not know all the benefits, bitch
She wanna fuck, but those are my kids
Went to the camp, we open his lids
You see a Opp, but I see a lick (Dead, Dead)
He talkin' down on the gang and we see that rattin'
Like, how do you speak through the wire?
I see his ass walkin' down on the streets
We cover our face and we set him on fire
Chopper get ready to sing out the choir
He said he high, but we sendin' him higher
He tryna tell us that it was a joke
But we know he a phony, we know he a liar
And I'm like, huh?, bitch, I put a fit
Walkin' around and I'm showin' the stick
You gon' get lucky if you don't get hit
But I keep a beam on the Glock, I don't miss
Damn, bitch, I put up all of my guns
On this shit got me seeing the meaning
I cannot say that I love her, when I'm with that hoe
But that shit, steady, sucking, and repeating
I'm finna cook up some lam, uh, make it out
Pull up with all of my sticks, what am I makin' now?
Pull up with this, fuckin' this bitch
Yeah, I'm an alien like Lilo and Stitch (huh)
He talkin' tuffy, he get lost in the ditch (huh-uh)
Hop in a Maserati, air it out like it's kamikaze
Mm, she give me sloppy-toppy
Fuck all the furniture, Hobby Lobby
Airing it out like it's kamikaze
Mm, sloppy-toppy
He talkin' tough, he get left in the pavement
Lil Brodie shot, we left him a patient, uh
Give me a sec, I'ma pray for that boy, amen
24-8, I'm feelin' like Kobe, I'm faded
Got two shots and this shit got me feelin' like an agent
I'm wearin' a mink
Shoes on my Prada, I'm proud of my genes
Flooding the fashion, I don't fuck with no pink, yeah
I'm tryna know what she think, yeah
I'm tryna know when to link
I'm tryna know where she been at
I'm tryna know, know, know
I'm tryna know, I'm tryna know
I'm tryna know, know, know
I'm tryna know
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