Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FNs & Blixkys, artist - 22gz. Album song The Blixky Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
FNs & Blixkys |
| Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky |
| Smash Bros |
| Bands, bands, bands, bands |
| Racks, racks, racks, racks |
| Gang, gang, gang |
| Pass me the ratchet, I’m fiendin' to squeeze it |
| Got FN’s and blickies stuffed right in my sweater |
| They tryna book me but I need the backend |
| Up front just to pull up, that’s word to the set |
| We left a slug through his kidney, his liver |
| And if he ain’t dead, we gon' unload the rest |
| Get off your ass and go get you a bag |
| I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat |
| Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him |
| Push up on whatever, my young niggas game |
| Ball do him dirty, I promise he’s strapped with a thirty |
| And he’ll get to feeling like Steph |
| Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field |
| Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref |
| Can’t wait on a thing, bitch, it’s money to make |
| Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left |
| I know I got niggas upset 'cause my chain VVS |
| But I really came from the 'jects |
| Took 30K out to go flex |
| Poured up for the 'plex |
| Bitch, I’m tryna step on a neck |
| Think I’ma die for respect |
| Right then a left |
| Shotty gon' open his chest |
| Pull up, we leaving a mess |
| Ice on my neck |
| Flooded it out to flex |
| Run up on him, back out |
| Pullin' straps out |
| Ten, nigga, back down |
| Hit the mall and cash out |
| Bring them racks out |
| Fuck her, make her tap out |
| Stick up your trap with a hundred pipes |
| If it’s war, then we perching a hundred nights |
| All my opps know this blicky ain’t nothing nice |
| Get you popped in your glizzy, you acting light |
| We gon' slide on his block if it’s necessary |
| 22Gz, NFN, bitch, it’s legendary |
| Hit him up with the Glock, he get very dirty |
| Stuck a dick in the glizzy, it’s very sturdy |
| You a ho like your pops, it’s hereditary |
| We gon' march like the month after February |
| Main bitch acting up, got a secondary |
| If he play, we gon' give him a cemetary, on gang |
| Pass me the ratchet, I’m fiendin' to squeeze it |
| Got FN’s and blickies stuffed right in my sweater |
| They tryna book me but I need the backend |
| Up front just to pull up, that’s word to the set |
| We left a slug through his kidney, his liver |
| And if he ain’t dead, we gon' unload the rest |
| Get off your ass and go get you a bag |
| I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat |
| Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him |
| Push up on whatever, my young niggas game |
| Ball do him dirty, I promise he’s strapped with a thirty |
| And he’ll get to feeling like Steph |
| Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field |
| Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref |
| Can’t wait on a thing, bitch, it’s money to make |
| Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left |
| Hold on, hold on |
| Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky |
| Bands, bands, bands, bands |
| Racks, racks, racks, racks |
| (Hah, niggas know how we rocking) |
| Gang, gang, gang |