Blick-A-Thon lyrics

[Intro: SpotEmGottem]
(D3, that's you?)
Ha-ha
(Ike Beat A, b*tch)

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
n*gga, 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 and let me join (Ha)
n*ggas get stepped on just for acting dumb
This a FN, mini Draco, this ain't no Tommy gun
All these dead opps in my lungs, I'm high as f*ck, I'm off a ton

[Post-Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
I'll show you how to step, n*gga
They say woadie out his top, he got something up under his belt, n*gga

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
"Jackboy, is they f*ckin' with you?" He-he-hell, f*ck nah
These n*ggas ain't been f*ckin' with me since the crackers took the cuffs off
These b*tches been really out to get mе, she wan' suck it 'til I'm on soft
Came in the gamе with no flaws
Was ten toes, lil' n*gga stood tall
I'm always riding with a gun, b*tch, I'm taught to keep it with me
Ain't no rules when it's beef, shoot your mama in her titty
I be moving smooth with the Glizzy
Been fire, I get litty
You gon' die, you come to my city
Side with a opp, b*tch, you silly
Di-di-diamonds biting, Mike Tyson
Glock on me, no time for fighting
Guap on me and a n*gga still spinning
They hate on me, but a n*gga still winning
Catch a n*gga slipping like I'm on his tennis
Hope I don't catch a case when I go handle business
When I go handle business, I don't leave no witness
Hit the whole house, I don't got no feelings
Give no f*cks, we killing children
f*ck the law, we out here purging
Drop a n*gga, then go back to splurging
Hop in the Lamb', 'bout to park the Suburban
Hop in the Lamb', now I'm back to swerving
Can't do what I do when his pockets hurting
Stop competing, go back to working
I'm back to the block, my phone back chirping
[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
n*gga, 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 and let me join (Ha-ha-ha)
n*ggas get stepped on just for acting dumb
This a FN, mini Draco, this ain't no Tommy gun (Gang)
All these dead opps in my lungs, I'm high as f*ck, I'm off a ton

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
I already know that she a freaky lil' b*tch
Only thing she good for is takin' di*k
Uh, Cuban links match my neck and my wrist
With a fully, I hopped out and did my sh*t
I be fly as hell without no stylist (Stylist)
Girl, give me that neckie, girl, give me that sh*t
I'm feeling all on her ass, I'm just gripping that sh*t (Aight)
Get out my body, I be booted up in this b*tch

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
n*gga, 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 and let me join (Ha)
n*ggas get stepped on just for acting dumb
This a FN, mini Draco, this ain't no Tommy gun
All these dead opps in my lungs, I'm high as f*ck, I'm off a ton
[Post-Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
I'll show you how to step, n*gga
They say woadie out his top, he got something up under his belt, n*gga