[22Gz, Ann Marie]
I hate love, that's a fact
And I know that love don't love me back
I hate love
R.I.P. the fallen Blixkys
(Ayy, Moncler on the track, bro)
Free them steppers
Blixky approved, my nigga
Blixky gon' wild it
Gang, rrah
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gang, gang, gang
I hate love too (Rrah, rrah)
I hate love too
Playin' both sides, can't trust you (Can't trust you)
We tote blickies, we ain't tryna tussle (Tryna tussle)
Got my foot in the door off the muscle
Lost Nick, and this shit had me puzzled
R.I.P. sniper, we miss you and love you (We miss you, bro)
Catch an opp and his blood he gon' guzzle
Double my cup with some drink for Lu Blixk (R.I.P Lu Blixk)
Drillers keep drillin' 'til they get revenge
If they spot an opp, they done did it again (They done did it again)
I hope if they lord could forgive me for sinning (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
I got 'em runnin' as fast as he can (Runnin' as fast as he can)
If he try to reach, we won't give 'em a chance
.357, no way it'll jam
Blood will get spilled for a couple of grand (Bop, bop, bop)
Pop they locations, just stick to the plans
He said it's smoke, we gon' make 'em a strand
Ain't gon' see shit but them blicks out the van (Bop, bop, bop)
Free all them steppers who stuck in the can
Catch a rapper my stepper gon' act like a fan, hop out and blam (Bop, bop, bop)
He was tough in the booth, dropped the tints he went into a trance
Out of town I'm a shooter from Brooklyn like Stephan and Lance (Rrah, rrah, rrah, I'ma shoot it like Lance)
Out of bounds I'ma pull up like Booka, (Skrr) hop out that's a man (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
And I know they ain't think I'd come home from that shit in the Yams
But I made it back and it ain't my heart while I'm aching that
It's my trigger finger, only real steppers can relate to that (Real steppers)
They took one of mine, we ain't takin' that (Takin' that)
So the graveyard where niggas laying at (Layin' at)
Dissin' the dead, we ain't playin' that (We ain't playin' that)
Stand over opps, get to sprayin' that (Bop, bop, bop)
Hop out, all black, we gon' lay 'em flat (We gon' lay 'em flat)
Shooters parked up where you stayin' at (Bop, bop, bop)
Sniper the Blixky for life, I ain't changing that (Gang, gang, gang)
Yeah this shit for life, I ain't changing that (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
We gang
Long live the fallen Blixkys (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Blixky da blixky da blixky da blixky da blixky (Gang)
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