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Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky Smash Bros Bands, bands‚ bands‚ bands Racks‚ racks, racks, racks Gang‚ gang, gang Pass me the ratchet, I'm fiendin' to squeeze it Got FN's and blickies stuffed right in my sweater They tryna book me but I need the backend Up front just to pull up‚ that's word to the set We left a slug through his kidney, his liver And if he ain't dead, we gon' unload the rest Get off your ass and go get you a bag I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him Push up on whatever, my young niggas game Ball do him dirty, I promise he's strapped with a thirty And he'll get to feeling like Steph Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref Can't wait on a thing, bitch, it's money to make Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left I know I got niggas upset 'cause my chain VVS But I really came from the 'jects Took 30K out to go flex SongtextePoured up for the 'plex Bitch, I'm tryna step on a neck Think I'ma die for respect Right then a left Shotty gon' open his chest Pull up, we leaving a mess Ice on my neck Flooded it out to flex Run up on him, back out Pullin' straps out Ten, nigga, back down Hit the mall and cash out Bring them racks out Fuck her, make her tap out Stick up your trap with a hundred pipes If it's war, then we perching a hundred nights All my opps know this blicky ain't nothing nice Get you popped in your glizzy, you acting light We gon' slide on his block if it's necessary 22Gz, NFN, bitch, it's legendary Hit him up with the Glock, he get very dirty Stuck a dick in the glizzy, it's very sturdy You a ho like your pops, it's hereditary We gon' march like the month after February Main bitch acting up, got a secondary If he play, we gon' give him a cemetary, on gang Pass me the ratchet, I'm fiendin' to squeeze it Got FN's and blickies stuffed right in my sweater They tryna book me but I need the backend Up front just to pull up, that's word to the set We left a slug through his kidney, his liver And if he ain't dead, we gon' unload the rest Get off your ass and go get you a bag I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him Push up on whatever, my young niggas game Ball do him dirty, I promise he's strapped with a thirty And he'll get to feeling like Steph Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref Can't wait on a thing, bitch, it's money to make Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left Hold on, hold on Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky Bands, bands, bands, bands Racks, racks, racks, racks (Hah, niggas know how we rocking) Gang, gang, gang Aus Songtexte Mania