Blick Out lyrics

[Intro]
Off all this Perc' and off this lean, yeah, I'm somewhere spaced out, on bro
Yeah, I'm somewhere spaced out
Don't give no f*ck if I'm in—, yeah, yeah (DeeMarc got that heat, ho)
Uh, aight, get his ass, Scoom
Uh, uh, we walk him down, get his ass, Scoom
Yeah, yeah, get his ass, Scoom, aight

[Verse]
Too many Glocks in this one van, you'll think we fed bound
Yeah, yeah, the state found him chopped up and face down
I'm off this Perc' and off this lean, yeah, I'm somewhere spaced out
Don't give no f*ck if I'm in public, this Gen5 will drench you down
Yeah, yеah, when them shots go off, y'all be thе n*ggas runnin'
Put y'all slime on Legal Firm and left y'all sick to y'all stomach
While the n*ggas go buy Smittys, b*tch, I'm strapped up with a button
You be sippin' Robitussin, Amiri jeans, ain't no more huskies
I'm the n*gga that be slayin', you the n*gga who be cuffin'
You put your all into that b*tch, the one who you love, the ho I'm f*ckin'
b*tch, ain't no question I get money
I been fresh since eight grade Luncheon
I don't rush it, I be punchin'
Pop my sh*t, this ain't nothin'
Treat my glizzy like my b*tch, it's on my side, boy, you better not touch me
I got a box on the back of my gun, when I'm blowin', tryna hit every motherf*cker
She ate Slick di*k, whole time you love her
Scoom his ass down for my big brother
She ate Slick di*k, whole time you love her
Scoom his ass down for my big brother
You the type to go to church, we the group who really sin
You the type to ride limits, I'm the type that ride Benz
You the type who try to hang, I'm the type don't got no friends
b*tch, I'ma always f*ck it off, you cheap-ass n*ggas scared to spend
n*gga, b*tch-ass n*ggas scared to bend
How you spinnin' down my block? You want some clout, CNN
They ain't out, we spin again, brand new Glocks and F&Ns
Teeski this and Teeski that, get off my di*k, you n*ggas fans
And I ain't get my 5.56, but I'm still out here tottin' Drac'
Blue and white tryna box me in, we blew the trans right out the straight
Since 2018, b*tch, I been hot, if you gettin' on me now, then, b*tch, you late
Dissin' Scoom Gang, it ain't safe
Walk him down, b*tch, where that safe?
Do a hit dressed down in BAPE
Ridin' straights, ain't no more pave
My b*tch snatched, ain't got no waist
Money Mark, that be my ace
b*tch, I ain't had time to fight the state
I copped out for my gun case
Put a stimmy on my blue, fifteen off D the rest next day
How you claimin' you got motion and you ain't got nowhere to stay?
Fifty-fifty down the middle, I make every worker pay
I like 7.62s, that's all I'm feedin' to my Drac'
Last n*gga dissed the gang, they found his ass in the cut bait