Exposing You lyrics

[Intro]
Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky
Soft ass n*ggas, stop f*ckin' calling my name, son (Gang, gang, gang)
Y'all n*ggas don’t put in no work, for real though
Y'all don’t want us purging
Y'all know how that sh*t get
On God (Steve Chea on the beat)
Suck my di*k

[Verse]
b*tch, we rollin' threes
Two Blixkys shooting and one driver, that’s how it’s suppose to be
pus*y, you ain’t never kill nobody, can’t get close to me
We gon' keep on flipping, spinning blocks until they all deceased
Invest in a ratchet or a casket (Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky)
They never be where they suppose to be (They supposеd to be)
I got the heat to control thе streets (Control the streets)
I bet this di*k will control your treesh (Treesh, treesh)
Couple headshots gon' expose his dreams
You caught an opp and then flew to Miami (Yeah, right)
Tha— That n*gga lied
All of my opps took a trip to Miami (Pussies)
I wonder why?
I’m with them snipers, and Blixkys don’t panic (Sniper, Blixky)
Either way n*ggas die
I just came home, if I beat it, don’t care to go back
That young n*gga wilding (Gang, gang, gang)
If the n*gga Real Ryte, tell the driver, "Bend right"
G Herbo get herbed too
Posted my pic then delete it, I’ll murk you
But shout out to Chiraq, I know where the guys at
Spinning with Rugers, so you better duck
Or they aim where your mind at
[Outro]
Grrt, boom!