| Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
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| Smash Bros
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| Bands, bands, bands, bands
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| Racks, racks, racks, racks
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| Gang, gang, gang
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| Pass me the ratchet, I’m fiendin' to squeeze it
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| Got FN’s and blickies stuffed right in my sweater
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| They tryna book me but I need the backend
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| Up front just to pull up, that’s word to the set
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| We left a slug through his kidney, his liver
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| And if he ain’t dead, we gon' unload the rest
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| Get off your ass and go get you a bag
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| I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat
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| Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him
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| Push up on whatever, my young niggas game
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| Ball do him dirty, I promise he’s strapped with a thirty
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| And he’ll get to feeling like Steph
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| Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field
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| Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref
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| Can’t wait on a thing, bitch, it’s money to make
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| Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left
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| I know I got niggas upset 'cause my chain VVS
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| But I really came from the 'jects
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| Took 30K out to go flex
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| Poured up for the 'plex
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| Bitch, I’m tryna step on a neck
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| Think I’ma die for respect
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| Right then a left
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| Shotty gon' open his chest
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| Pull up, we leaving a mess
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| Ice on my neck
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| Flooded it out to flex
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| Run up on him, back out
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| Pullin' straps out
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| Ten, nigga, back down
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| Hit the mall and cash out
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| Bring them racks out
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| Fuck her, make her tap out
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| Stick up your trap with a hundred pipes
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| If it’s war, then we perching a hundred nights
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| All my opps know this blicky ain’t nothing nice
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| Get you popped in your glizzy, you acting light
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| We gon' slide on his block if it’s necessary
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| 22Gz, NFN, bitch, it’s legendary
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| Hit him up with the Glock, he get very dirty
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| Stuck a dick in the glizzy, it’s very sturdy
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| You a ho like your pops, it’s hereditary
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| We gon' march like the month after February
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| Main bitch acting up, got a secondary
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| If he play, we gon' give him a cemetary, on gang
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| Pass me the ratchet, I’m fiendin' to squeeze it
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| Got FN’s and blickies stuffed right in my sweater
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| They tryna book me but I need the backend
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| Up front just to pull up, that’s word to the set
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| We left a slug through his kidney, his liver
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| And if he ain’t dead, we gon' unload the rest
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| Get off your ass and go get you a bag
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| I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat
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| Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him
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| Push up on whatever, my young niggas game
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| Ball do him dirty, I promise he’s strapped with a thirty
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| And he’ll get to feeling like Steph
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| Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field
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| Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref
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| Can’t wait on a thing, bitch, it’s money to make
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| Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left
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| Hold on, hold on
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| Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
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| Bands, bands, bands, bands
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| Racks, racks, racks, racks
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| (Hah, niggas know how we rocking)
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| Gang, gang, gang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FNs & Blixkys , by - 22gz. Song from the album The Blixky Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп