[Intro]
Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky
Soft ass n***as, stop fuckin' calling my name, son (Gang, gang, gang)
Y'all n***as don’t put in no work, for real though
Y'all don’t want us purging
Y'all know how that shit get
On God (Steve Chea on the beat)
Suck my dick

[Verse]
Bitch, we rollin' threes
Two Blixkys shooting and one driver, that’s how it’s suppose to be
Pussy, you ain’t never kill nobody, can’t get close to me
We gon' keep on flipping, spinning blocks until they all deceased
Invest in a ratchet or a casket (Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky)
They never be where they suppose to be (They supposеd to be)
I got the heat to control thе streets (Control the streets)
I bet this dick will control your treesh (Treesh, treesh)
Couple headshots gon' expose his dreams
You caught an opp and then flew to Miami (Yeah, right)
Tha— That n***a lied
All of my opps took a trip to Miami (Pussies)
I wonder why?
I’m with them snipers, and Blixkys don’t panic (Sniper, Blixky)
Either way n***as die
I just came home, if I beat it, don’t care to go back
That young n***a wilding (Gang, gang, gang)
If the n***a Real Ryte, tell the driver, "Bend right"
G Herbo get herbed too
Posted my pic then delete it, I’ll murk you
But shout out to Chiraq, I know where the guys at
Spinning with Rugers, so you better duck
Or they aim where your mind at
[Outro]
Grrt, boom!