Blixky What lyrics

[Intro: Nas EBK & CKay]
(Elvis)
My baby, my valentine, yeah
Girl, na you dey make my temperature dey rise
If you leave me, I go die, I swear
You are like the oxygen I need to survive
I'll be honest
Your loving dey totori me
I am so obsessed
I want to chop your nkwobi
Ule…
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, boom
Like, what?
Like, how?
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

[Verse 1: Nas EBK]
Like, why n*ggas mentionin’ my name?
Catch me a bunny, I up it and flame (Grrah)
Like, how many opps got hit?
Bando got hit, Yusef got hit (Like, what?)
Go to the Hav', don't run, don't trip
I spot Youssef, then his body gon' flip (Grrah, grrah)
Go to the eight, don't run, don't trip
I spot Youssеf, then his body gon' flip (Grrah, grrah)
[Chorus: Nas EBK]
It's a new opp in the air
Anthony diеd, crashing the whip
Rah Rah he died, flock at the Lyft (Like, what?)
Jiggy Man what? You is a b*tch
And yo' lil' sister got hit, still ain't do sh*t (Like, how?)
Smoking ya’ pops, it could get lit (Like, what?)
I spot a jiggy, I empty the clip (Like, what?)
Shot by a dyke, he got hit in his hip

[Post-Chorus: Nas EBK]
Blixky what? Y’all n*ggas high
Pass me the Nick, I'm tryna’ get fried
(Blicky what? Y’all n*ggas high)
(Pass me the Nick, I'm tryna’ get fried)

[Verse 2: Yagi B & Nas EBK]
JB gang, DOA, EBK
n*ggas know that we smoking on Nick, that's a fact
I got too many opps, why the f*ck would I lack?
I put three in his top, it ain't no coming back
But f*ck that, who want smoke?
Walk around with the G-17 in my coat
So I don't understand how the opps gettin' poked
Like, I don't understand how the opps gettin’ poked
[Verse 3: Nas EBK & Yagi B]
f*ck that, I'ma just shoot through the coat
Spot lil’ Nesty, got turned to a ghost
Late night, spinnin' with knockas, I'm with the flockas, he gotta go
Talk on the dead, better blam that sh*t
They lack on that block, then, I'm airing that sh*t (Grrah, grrah)
Talkin' on bro, then, I'm clearin that sh*t
Brodie told me to stop, I ain't hearin' that sh*t (Grrah, grrah)
You with yo' b*tch, then, I'm blammin’ that b*tch (Like, what?)
Big knock, don't gotta put hands on the b*tch (Like, what?)
She jacking the Gz but she dance on the di*k
Like, grrah-grrah-graah-grrah, blammin this sh*t (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 4: Yagi B]
Like, Sha Gz ran on Woo and he never did sh*t (At all)
But, he did a dance in his vids (Grrah)
Like, DayDay fell off the roof, AJ swerved, and I started dancin' and sh*t (Grrah-grrah, boom)
You ain't ridin’, then, say that
4’s too late, when it's time, ain't no take-backs (At all)
I got .9 where my waist at
I see a opp, I'ma up where his face at

[Outro: Nas EBK & Yagi B]
Grrah, grrah (Grrah)
I see a opp, I'ma up where his face at, b*tch (Grrah-grrah-grrah/i>)
Grrah, grrah
Grrah-grrah, boom
Suck my di*k