Wita Blixky lyrics

[Intro: 22Gz]
Any n*gga that ever looked at me wrong
Owes me money
Or ever said any jealous bullsh*t about me
Is f*cking dead, you understand what I'm saying?
They're f*cking dead
I don't give no f*ck about nothing man
(Blicky da Blicky da Blicky)

[Chorus: 22Gz]
Run up on a pus*y n*gga with no mask on
Heard them n*ggas talkin' blickys we keep gassers
Pull up on a pus*y n*gga put that strap to 'em
Spin his corner with a glizzy if he act up
Spin his corner with a glizzy
End his corner with a blicky
Run up on 'em with a glizzy
Walk up on 'em with a blicky
Spin his corner with a glizzy
End his corner with a blicky
Run up on 'em with a glizzy
Walk up on 'em with a blicky

[Verse 1: 22Gz]
Reverse the car hang out with sticks
He runnin' we keep hittin'
Dumpin' his body with the toaster cause he keep twitching
Put a .45 in this revolver that's a life sentence
The opps been on my mind I heard they tryna catch me slippin'
b*tch I'm toting semiautomatics I'm a killer
They don't want no smoke don't want no static
Won't stop it from spinnin' shooters gon' handle they business
Pull up in a Civic no license plates for the mission
[Chorus: 22Gz]
Run up on a pus*y n*gga with no mask on
Heard them n*ggas talkin' blickys we keep gassers
Pull up on a pus*y n*gga put that strap to 'em
Spin his corner with a glizzy if he act up
Spin his corner with a glizzy
End his corner with a blicky
Run up on 'em with a glizzy
Walk up on 'em with a blicky
Spin his corner with a glizzy
End his corner with a blicky
Run up on 'em with a glizzy
Walk up on 'em with a blicky
Run up on a pus*y n*gga with no mask on
Heard them n*ggas talkin' blickys we keep gassers
Pull up on a pus*y n*gga put that strap to 'em
Spin his corner with a glizzy if he act up
Spin his corner with a glizzy
End his corner with a blicky
Run up on 'em with a glizzy
Walk up on 'em with a blicky
Spin his corner with a glizzy
End his corner with a blicky
Run up on 'em with a glizzy
Walk up on 'em with a blicky

[Verse 2: 22Gz]
Drop the window, get to dumpin'
Pull up in a stolen, Glocks all loaded
Trigger finger itchin', I'm tryna brush one
Slip and we gon' smoke 'em
Face shot, torso
I'm gonna go out like a soldier, all my n*ggas ride
I'll keep on spinnin' 'till they all fall
It's a homicide
Shooters jumpin' out that four-door, bullets wet your eye
No I ain't for nothing, and that's were the [?]
Pull up with a hunnid