Grrrrrrrrrr
Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap
Ghosty
Gang-gang-gang
Blicky, the blicky
Spinnin' with blickys and black flags
Gun in my Amiris, been itichin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack (Skrr!)
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I paid them hitters through Cash App (come here!)
Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback
We stuffin' bodies in trash bags (pussy)
I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags
She a lil baba (baba-baba)
Willing to line a nigga for the slappin
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 we got a shit bag
Blicky gon' kick back
Why would I miss that?
His medula, 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 Amiris, been itichin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I paid 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', pinned it
Lurkin', did it
Purging, drilling
Tinted windows, Glock extendos
Hangin' out Suburban's 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 Amiris, been itichin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I paid 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
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