| Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
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| Gang gang gang
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| Racks racks racks
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| Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands)
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| New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain’t talking calories
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| Y’all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it’s a tragedy
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| Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da
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| blicky)
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| Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks)
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| New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain’t talking calories
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| Y’all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it’s a tragedy
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| Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky
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| You guys broken batteries
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| Please don’t get turned to a tragedy
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| Diamonds on me, see the clarity
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| Ain’t got my gun, then I’m stabbin' 'em
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| All of my niggas move staticky
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| (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky)
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| Bullets get back to reality
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| I’m making more than your salary (Bands, bands, bands)
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| Probably the reason they mad at me
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| Pull up, we burning off calories
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| Black Suburbans, it’s a casualty
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| Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant
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| Changing my ways and the life that I’m living
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| She fell in love with the way I been dripping
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| Double cup, lil' bitch, we sipping
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| I’m headed straight to the top with my niggas
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| Say the wrong thing, you get dropped for my hitter
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| And I got aim, highly doubt that he get up
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| Catching stains, leave you missing (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky)
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| Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands)
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| New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain’t talking calories
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| Y’all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it’s a tragedy
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| Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da
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| blicky)
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| Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks)
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| New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain’t talking calories
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| Y’all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it’s a tragedy
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| Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky
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| They talking shit from the back of me
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| Can’t trust a bitch, I ain’t jackin' 'em
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| Hop out with blicks, we head tappin' 'em
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| All of my niggas is savages (Blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky)
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| Same whip keep on circling (Skrrt skrrt)
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| Mask on when he lurking it
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| Strap drawn, yeah, we murkin' 'em
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| Spinning back, we ain’t murder him
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| Pass me the Runtz, I’ma roll up
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| None of them niggas ain’t usin' they toaster
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| Bending that block, slow up
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| Hold up, slow up
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| Put him in the dirt for a cold cut
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| I got new guns, I need more butts
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| We gon' spin again, hit some more of 'em
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| Don’t get picked off tryna roll up
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| Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Bands, bands)
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| New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain’t talking calories
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| Y’all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it’s a tragedy
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| Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky (Blicky da blicky da blicky da
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| blicky)
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| Baby, I got so much ice on my pendant, I spent like your salary (Racks, racks)
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| New blicky get to burning shit up, no, I ain’t talking calories
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| Y’all niggas capping, we strapped up, my shooters pull up, it’s a tragedy
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| Blicky da blicky, all of my niggas is staticky |