[Intro]
It's about to get sticky for the Blicky
Turn into the f*cking Ville, man (b*tch!)
Free Mac f*cking Molie
GDK
Blicky's funeral
Y'all n*ggas know I'm coming
We family over all
These n*ggas got me in my burkin'
Wooo
[Verse]
First things first, I heard 750 and they f*cking song
I'm with the poppin', I'm with the bending blocks we could do it all day long (Skrrt, skrrt)
We are not a gang (Woo!), f*ck the fame, real killers put in pain (In pain)
How you think I got my name? K double-O D, dumping A for aim (What else?)
The Blickys done started some sh*t, you not the real 6ix so get off his di*k (Get off his di*k)
Back-back, over after this, do a hit the V
Hit the bump and sell a whip (Dummy)
Fake n*ggas wearing fake sh*t (Woo!)
Run up on Nas with the K clip (Brrt, brrrt)
Told my n*ggas on the rock
If they see a folk, make sure they leave his face split (Gang)
Death come in threes (White)
This for Nas, Six-o and 22gz (What else?)
Dropping raids, ducking D's
Scooped the b*tch, shortty f*cked up her knees
Xan in my system, D on my blunt
I ain't passing this, girl, what you want?
Riding in the 6, all black tints
Car clouded 'cause I just smoked a zip (Skrrt, gang!)
Hold up, stop it (Woo!), big duffle almost dropped it (White)
Hold up stop it, fess me up, you getting shot, b*tch
We spin them, spin them blocks
If he ain't want die, boy a opp
For sure, son f*ck with the cops
So I gotta be careful with the chop (Brr, brrt)
Your man's got this, your man's got that
Little n*gga, shut the f*ck up (Shut the f*ck up)
What did you do, did you hit my block with ya gun tucked? (No!)
No, free Bando Black, free Lowes, free Amber Strap
Free Tone, Blood f*ck with some hats
Real n*ggas, God put them in the track
This for the floss, y'all n*ggas not Wooin'
Please stop jacking the movement (Stop jacking our sh*t)
Dump, reload, if he a scammer, we straight snatching his Cubans (For the White!)
Y'all not from the Ville y'all not from O. Hill
Or the 10 where it's real (White!)
I bet somebody gon' die if I put the loads on the drill (Woo!)
Shooters, Rugers, mission Ubers, did it all with the looters (Brr)
This sh*t is all facts I'm spitting, this ain't no rumors (What else?)
Kidnap a top opp (What else?), another folk in my trunk (What else? Skrrt)
Kidnap a top opp (Ahh), boy that's three for the month (Kooda B)
In the field with the Glizzy (Glizzy, brr), the Blicky's gone lose a kidney (Brr)
Just to let y'all n*ggas know, all my n*ggas get busy
[Outro]
It's stick for the blickys n*gga kno how we coming
FOA