Rrah, rrah
Gang, gang, gang
(Everything Mvjor)
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Gang, gang, gang
Rrah, rrah, rrah
Gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Get to purgin', better act a fool wit' it
Fuck the opps, I could never be cool wit' 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Facin' ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm totin' this blicky for nothin'?
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushin'
Niggas ain't steppin' for real, stop the bluffing
They be holsters, just be clutchin'
Crocodile teeth and the chopper is Russian
Now they gotta embalm him and stuff him
Out of love, they'll spin it for nothin'
I ain't dissing, I'm really tryna touch him
Catch him in traffic, slump him in public
It be all fun and games 'til we touch him
Lost in Floss, get to clickin' the blicky
My lil' stepper'll spin 'til he dizzy
Fuck the other side, them niggas driddy
In the spot with a Glock with a fifty
PTSD, I got it from my first
When you take a life, you better know it's worth
Last nigga dissed, we put him on a shirt
Got a Glock with a switch, I squeeze it and it squirt
Lil' opp ass treesh, she a munch
She straight thinking 'bout sex after brunch
My young niggas go up off a punch
Smoke a opp then put boy in a blunt
A new opp nigga die every month
Caught a shot in his chest, he was actin' too drunk
Ask the opps how much times I done spun
Get the drop, where they at? Put that boy in the trunk
Do a hit then we spin off (Spin off)
Drilling in Gallery, Dior (Dior)
Headshot, we knocked it clean off (Clean off)
I can take check, I'ma speed off (Speed off)
I been itchin' to let off the blick
Get the drop and we gon' take the trip
Bro be steppin', don't even take pics
I'm the type to go spin in a Lyft (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Get to purgin', better act a fool wit' it
Fuck the opps, I could never be cool wit' 'em
I was bringing that blicky to school with me
Body drop, we ain't speakin' on who did it
Facin' ten for attempt, I still up it
Think I'm totin' this blicky for nothin'?
They gon' need paramedics to rush him
Ain't gon' make it if he keep on gushin'
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