Lyrics
People, it's you
Hahaha
Aight
Nigga, uh (Uh), I call this the blick-a-thon
You know me, I will not leave the house without my gun
I know y'all lesbians, bring your best friend, then let me join
Pop (Pop), niggas get stepped on just for actin' dumb
This an FN, mini Draco, this ain't no Tommy gun
All these dead opps in my lungs, I'm high as fuck, I'm off a ton
I'll show you how to step, nigga
They say what is talked, he got somethin' up on his belt, nigga
Jackboy, is they fuckin' with ya?
(Fuckin' with ya?), He-hell, fuck nah
These niggas ain't been fuckin' with
Me since the crackers took the cuffs off
These bitches been
Out the 'Ghini, she wan' suck it 'til I'm on soft
Came in the game with no flaw
Stood ten toes, these niggas still tall
Always round with a gun, bitch, I'm taught to keep it with me
Ain't no rule when it's beef, shoot yo' mama in her titty
I been movin' smooth with this Glizzy
This fire, I get litty
You gon' die, you come to my city
Saw ya with a opp, bitch, you silly
Dickdick Diamonds bitin', Mike Tyson
Glock on me, no time for fightin'
Guap on me and a nigga still spinnin'
They hate on me, but a nigga still winnin'
Catch a nigga slippin' like I'm Cuban link tennis Catch a case when I go 'round the business
When I go 'round the business, I don't leave no witness
Hit the whole house, I don't got no feelings
Give no fucks, we killin' children
Fuck the law, we out here purgin'
Drop a nigga, then go back to splurgin'
Hop in a Lam' back, popped it
Hop in a Lam', now I'm back to swervin'
Can't do what I do, his pockets hurtin'
Stuck on 'bout to
I'm back to the block, my phone back churpin'
Nigga, uh (Uh) I call this the blick-a-thon
You know me, I will not leave the house without my gun
I know y'all lesbians, bring your best friend, then let me join
Hahahaha, niggas get stepped on just for actin' dumb