| Blixky, Blixky, Blixky, Blixky, Blixky, Blixky
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| Gang, Gang, Gang!
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| Twirling, Swerving, Bending, Lurking
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| Drifting, Clip 'em, Spinning, U- turning
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| I got a bitch in my whirlwind
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| It’s a man down close the curtains
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| Murder, Purging, Kill 'em, Burn 'em
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| Slipping, sipping Apollos
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| Blixky gon jump out a tahoe
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| Cute in the face and she fit like a model
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| Treesh did a split on the bottle
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| Snatching my soul
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| Made her slurp on the nozzle
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| Swerving and drifting them potholes
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| Bury him, they gon be looking for fossils
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| Shoot at his neck and his tonsils
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| Word to my blixky
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| Been feening to catch him
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| Glock with a stick
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| Put some holes in his sweater
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| Hit it and quit it
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| She said I’m pathetic
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| Told that lil treesh to go get it together
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| Knock a whole chunk out
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| His liver, his melon
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| They gon need doctors to piece it together
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| Toting the 40, the blixky, the tecca
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| Walk up, drive by, pull up, and wet em
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| Twirling, Swerving, Bending, Lurking
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| Drifting, Clip 'em, Spinning, U- turning
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| I got a bitch in my whirlwind
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| It’s a man down close the curtains
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| Murder, Purging, Kill 'em, Burn 'em
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| Put me in the jungle
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| For sure I’m coming back with a head or two
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| Put a opp in the sky
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| That’s my definition of him on a pedestal
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| And my dizzys outside
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| Down it get into
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| What you want to get into
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| I got rid of the gun
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| It had too much stains
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| It gotta hella residue
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| Jacking my drip, had to switch it up
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| Click clack stick em' up, give em' up
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| Ain’t off a perky, I’m henny’d up
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| Me and 16, two semi’s tucked
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| Hit you, won’t miss you
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| VVS stones, no crystals
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| Shout out to Choos on Bristol
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| We tweaking out going schizo
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| Twirling, Swerving, Bending, Lurking
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| Drifting, Clip 'em, Spinning, U- turning
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| I got a bitch in my whirlwind
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| It’s a man down close the curtains
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| Murder, Purging, Kill 'em, Burn 'em |