c-clipbeatz - wita blixky lyrics
[intro: 22gz]
any n#gga that ever looked at me wrong
owes me money
or ever said any jealous bullsh#t about me
is f#cking dead, you understand what i’m saying?
they’re f#cking dead
i don’t give no f#ck about nothing man
(bl!cky da bl!cky da bl!cky)
[chorus: 22gz]
run up on a p#ssy n#gga with no mask on
heard them n#ggas talkin’ bl!ckys we keep gassers
pull up on a p#ssy n#gga put that strap to ’em
spin his corner with a glizzy if he act up
spin his corner with a glizzy
end his corner with a bl!cky
run up on ’em with a glizzy
walk up on ’em with a bl!cky
spin his corner with a glizzy
end his corner with a bl!cky
run up on ’em with a glizzy
walk up on ’em with a bl!cky
[verse 1: 22gz]
reverse the car hang out with sticks
he runnin’ we keep hittin’
dumpin’ his body with the toaster cause he keep twitching
put a .45 in this revolver that’s a life sentence
the opps been on my mind i heard they tryna catch me slippin’
b#tch i’m toting semiautomatics i’m a k!ller
they don’t want no smoke don’t want no static
won’t stop it from spinnin’ shooters gon’ handle they business
pull up in a civic no license plates for the mission
[chorus: 22gz]
run up on a p#ssy n#gga with no mask on
heard them n#ggas talkin’ bl!ckys we keep gassers
pull up on a p#ssy n#gga put that strap to ’em
spin his corner with a glizzy if he act up
spin his corner with a glizzy
end his corner with a bl!cky
run up on ’em with a glizzy
walk up on ’em with a bl!cky
spin his corner with a glizzy
end his corner with a bl!cky
run up on ’em with a glizzy
walk up on ’em with a bl!cky
run up on a p#ssy n#gga with no mask on
heard them n#ggas talkin’ bl!ckys we keep gassers
pull up on a p#ssy n#gga put that strap to ’em
spin his corner with a glizzy if he act up
spin his corner with a glizzy
end his corner with a bl!cky
run up on ’em with a glizzy
walk up on ’em with a bl!cky
spin his corner with a glizzy
end his corner with a bl!cky
run up on ’em with a glizzy
walk up on ’em with a bl!cky
[verse 2: 22gz]
drop the window, get to dumpin’
pull up in a stolen, glocks all loaded
trigger finger itchin’, i’m tryna brush one
slip and we gon’ smoke ’em
face shot, torso
i’m gonna go out like a soldier, all my n#ggas ride
i’ll keep on spinnin’ ’till they all fall
it’s a homicide
shooters jumpin’ out that four#door, bullets wet your eye
no i ain’t for nothing, and that’s were the [?]
pull up with a hunnid
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