[Intro] Free them steppers Long live the fallen Blickys Twirl Sniper the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus] I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list) Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist) Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky till he don't exist Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)
[Verse 1] I'm addicted to spinnin', who tryna go sendin'? Lil' bro don't take pictures 'cause he always drillin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) My twirlers'll hit him, I swear they some villains I drop a bag, they gon' kill a whole village Itch it and up it, I be fiendin' to brush him I have a Cho, turn his brains into a slush Pull up, pluck him, they gotta rush him Gooey sauce, we left him drippin' and gushin' He saw the gun, started panicking, ain't no discussion We left him stiff like a mannequin, shouldn't been bluffin' Do a hit out the whip then we vanishin', open his muffin For that shit that he said in the song, my lil' stepper gon' kill him and dump him
[Chorus] I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list) Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist) Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky till he don't exist Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)
[Verse 2] Opps skipped a beat when we lower the window, ain't see the gun, he just saw the extendo Spin on the bikes, hit an opps through the indoor Kill him, go throw 'em when I give him a signal I ain't takin' no threats, he gotta get lacked Little out of breath, he ran into death I'm with the crash out, tryna go blackout One in the head, if he slipped, then he passed out Tryna get low, but I already backed out, boy in a pack now If I get the suspicion, a nigga ain't gettin' finished, then we spinnin' back out I got hella precision, my shooters be glitchin', they ready to spaz out Why these niggas tryna mimic the image for gimmicks? I'm ready to lash out
[Chorus] I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list) Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist) Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky till he don't exist Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
