[Intro]
Grrrrrrrrrr
Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap-bap
Ghosty
Gang-gang-gang
Blicky, the blicky

[Chorus]
Spinnin' with blickys and black flags
Gun in my Amiris, been itichin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack (Skrr!)
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I paid them hitters through Cash App (come here!)
Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback
We stuffin' bodies in trash bags (pussy)
I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags

[Verse 1]
She a lil baba (baba-baba)
Willing to line a n***a for the slappin
Been movin' tactic
If it ain't on my waist, I got it in my jacket
My shooters assassins
7.62s make 'em do backflips
My lil juvie a savage
Got a .40, a Ruger, that came with attachments
Ain't with the chit-chat
Semi gon' split that
Open that six pack (gang-gang-gang)
Now we got a shit bag
Blicky gon' kick back
Why would I miss that?
His medula, we cracked it
Bending the whip, pull up sprayin' and blastin'
I see you wanna rap diss
Sayin' my name is gon' come with a casket
[Chorus DMell0w] Ill smack it, flip it, Shoot it, tap it
Shot ovеr, please let mе have it, walk it up so I can slap it , I had a gun in my jacket, sendin suberbans and run with da packet , yeah i be giften then wrap it, they mad cuz he hit them and go and i grab it, i had the phone and i tap it, run wit da money i backed it, Run wit the bag then we hit then i stacked it , stop the suberban these n****s be asken' if you f*** wit the gang why the heck is you lackin [Chorus]
Spinnin' with blickys and black flags
Gun in my Amiris, been itichin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I paid them hitters through Cash App
Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback
We stuffin' bodies in trash bags
I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags [Verse 2]
Twirlin', spinnin'
Swervin', pinned it
Lurkin', did it
Purging, drilling
Tinted windows, Glock extendos
Hangin' out Suburban's with it
I think she want me to slap that
Pulled up on it, had the strap in my backpack
Shawty a eater like Kat Stacks
Back out the blicky, go crazy like Mad Max