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(Swear to God) Blixky the Blixky Gang, gang, gang (Rrah, rrah, rrah) Bop, bop, bop Rrah, gang (Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop) Word to my mother, I stay with a blicky (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Rrah, rrah, gang, gang, gang (Blixky the Blixky) (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Rrah (Gang, gang, gang) Bop, bop (Skrrt, skrrt) Gang, gang, gang (Rrah) (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Paranoid, I keep thinkin' 'bout death (Ooh) Off a Perc', I be feelin' my best Last opp died, tryna catch me a neck Better yet, we tryna kill your whole set (Gang, gang) Niggas cap, but they know what we do Super Saiyan how my niggas go kook Spin through the Floss, tryna catch us a Woo (Skrrt, skrrt) We won't leave 'til we catch us a few (Gang, gang, gang) Once we drop, I'ma empty the rest First be the M, now I'm facin' the ten Pull up and sweep 'em, heard he got swept I be with demons, 'ooters gon' stеp ('Ooters gon' step) SongtexteRun up on an opp, click-clack, no face, no casе, left him covered in tape (Gang, gang, gang) Niggas be trolls, always droppin' the rakes 'til they end up on 1090 Jake (1090 Jake) Call it Shot o'clock (Uh-huh) Brodie spot a opp, bet he lick a shot Fell in love with Glocks Love the way it flock It be fun and games until a nigga shot (Until a nigga drop, boom) Niggas be cap, they be duckin' that taco Bro don't be drippin', but he got a chop', though (Rrah-rrah-rrah) Denim to Amiri, know we got those (Gang, gang, gang) If my jewels on, just know the knocks close Caught a face shot, so now the box closed (Blixky the Blixky) In a fast whip with a bad bitch (Skrrt, skrrt) In a foreign car, we swervin' potholes (Rrah-rrah) Double parked, I'm grippin' on the Glock, though (Gang, gang, gang) Gang do a whole lot of flashin' and steppin', and blickin' It ain't no question (Skrrt, skrrt) Ain't gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (Boom, boom, boom) .762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher By myself, I'll spin in a Tesla (Skrrt) Send a blitz, get him hit like Lester (Rrah-rrah) Hol' on, I heard he live, tryna troll on us Get the backdoor from a treesh, drop the lo' on him Try to get low, but lil' bro had a scope on him (Boom, boom, boom) Try to shoot back, we had too many poles on him (Too many, damn) Body gon' drop, have my steppers pop out both ways, homicide, cold case (Rrah-rrah) Walk up on a opp broad day, with a snob thirty-eight, that's a first forty-eight I ain't drop shells, I know if I get caught, ain't no bail, so I can't leave a trace (Boom, boom, boom) Think I'm addicted to gunplay, guns spray, I love the sound of the Drac' Bitch, I'm a killer, no tear drop Shoot so much that it don't make my ears pop (Boom) Spin through they block, tryna catch me a "No" (Grrt) Like ho, that's yours (Baow, baow) So much maneuvers, I'm bustin' a move Not broke, that's true A lot of dead niggas they didn't get back for (Get back for) Real talk, that's due They like, "Curf, how you sleep at night?" Just like a baby with a big ass pipe My clique got a full house stick at night (Ayy, ayy) These niggas is bitch, don't live that life (Boom) They asked if I'm guilty, I'm feelin' like Gucci (Burr) 'Cause bitch, I might be Yo' homie might die in this movie (Boom) So do the right thing like Spike Lee Ha, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania