FNs & Blixkys - 22gz, Quin Nfn

Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky

Smash Bros

Bands, bands, bands, bands

Racks, racks, racks, racks

Gang, gang, gang

Pass me the ratchet, I’m fiendin' to squeeze it

Got FN’s and blickies stuffed right in my sweater

They tryna book me but I need the backend

Up front just to pull up, that’s word to the set

We left a slug through his kidney, his liver

And if he ain’t dead, we gon' unload the rest

Get off your ass and go get you a bag

I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat

Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him

Push up on whatever, my young niggas game

Ball do him dirty, I promise he’s strapped with a thirty

And he’ll get to feeling like Steph

Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field

Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref

Can’t wait on a thing, bitch, it’s money to make

Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left

I know I got niggas upset 'cause my chain VVS

But I really came from the 'jects

Took 30K out to go flex

Poured up for the 'plex

Bitch, I’m tryna step on a neck

Think I’ma die for respect

Right then a left

Shotty gon' open his chest

Pull up, we leaving a mess

Ice on my neck

Flooded it out to flex

Run up on him, back out

Pullin' straps out

Ten, nigga, back down

Hit the mall and cash out

Bring them racks out

Fuck her, make her tap out

Stick up your trap with a hundred pipes

If it’s war, then we perching a hundred nights

All my opps know this blicky ain’t nothing nice

Get you popped in your glizzy, you acting light

We gon' slide on his block if it’s necessary

22Gz, NFN, bitch, it’s legendary

Hit him up with the Glock, he get very dirty

Stuck a dick in the glizzy, it’s very sturdy

You a ho like your pops, it’s hereditary

We gon' march like the month after February

Main bitch acting up, got a secondary

If he play, we gon' give him a cemetary, on gang

Pass me the ratchet, I’m fiendin' to squeeze it

Got FN’s and blickies stuffed right in my sweater

They tryna book me but I need the backend

Up front just to pull up, that’s word to the set

We left a slug through his kidney, his liver

And if he ain’t dead, we gon' unload the rest

Get off your ass and go get you a bag

I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat

Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him

Push up on whatever, my young niggas game

Ball do him dirty, I promise he’s strapped with a thirty

And he’ll get to feeling like Steph

Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field

Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref

Can’t wait on a thing, bitch, it’s money to make

Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left

Hold on, hold on

Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky

Bands, bands, bands, bands

Racks, racks, racks, racks

(Hah, niggas know how we rocking)

Gang, gang, gang