| Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
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| Gang, gang, gang
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| Grrt, bah
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| (Young Troy, you a genius)
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| Bah, bah, bah
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| When I get to swerving on 'em, spinning the curb up on 'em
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| Sending Suburbans on 'em and we lurking on 'em
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| Ain’t no funeral service for 'em (Boom, boom, boom)
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| I’m on a mission for 'em, Sniper Gang got the vision on 'em (Sniper da blicky
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| da blicky)
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| Never snitching, go to prison for 'em (Nah)
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| Hundred round drum, thirty clip is on 'em, blood dripping on 'em
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| Pussy nigga went against the gang, you know that’s a violation (Gang, gang,
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| gang)
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| Penalty is death, take his last breath
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| Bullets burning like I’m frying bacon, niggas dying waiting
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| Never mind the hating, I’m a General, nigga (Blicky da blicky)
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| I’m about to put an end to you niggas
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| Niggas fucked your baby mama, spent up all your money
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| All you did was tell on them niggas? |
| (Bands, bands, bands, bands)
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| You was with this gang banging (What?), you was tryna be like 22 (Right)
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| I’m responsible for all you niggas (Blicky da blicky)
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| I’m the realest nigga, tell the truth (Bah, bah, bah)
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| And I know I might alarm you, nobody thinks you a Don, Q
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| Thirty round knocking off a limb, maybe leg, head, plus an arm too
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| I could look into your eyes, know you never been on a mission
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| Some niggas be bitch and never really listen
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| Get put in a ditch and now his mama missing
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| Might put out that hit and now we gotta get him
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| We caught us a lick and now we gotta wet him (Blicky da blicky da blicky)
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| This shit ain’t no diss, ain’t no Tory Lanez
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| I pull out that blick and leave no remains
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| You don’t want these Blicky niggas parked inside of Highbridge, look what I did
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| (Blicky da blicky da what?)
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| Got the ladder hanging out the stick (Come here)
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| Looking like a high bridge (Where you goin'?)
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| You could die, kid (Stop runnin')
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| Fuck Real Ryte, y’all can suck a dick and get killed too
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| Y’all know damn well who got y’all mans hit
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| Even Kooda blood’ll get spilled too (Pussy)
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| (Spin the block, nigga, y’all know what it is)
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| Killing niggas and I rap about it like I’m Melly, nigga (Right)
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| Ain’t no shit that you could tell me, nigga (Right)
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| Murder on my mind, is you ready, nigga? |
| I’m a deadly nigga
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| Can’t compare my shit to none of these bitch niggas
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| Not JayDee, not D Sav, and especially not that snitch nigga |