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nas blixky - last quarter lyrics

[intro]
pull up we flock at the tint too
pull up we flock at the window
blixky gang know we gon murk ‘em
(b+b+beats by yamaica productions, baby!)
grrtt, 16 free my billies, free my blixkys
last quarter, 16

[verse 1]
16, know you heard of me
i call up ys and my n+ggas gon clap for me
30 shots with the magazine
them hollows gon fly for them n+ggas that’s after me
i can never lack, stay on my defense
f+ck the b+tches that say i wouldn’t be sh+t
i was out here n+ggas trying break nights
if you talkin’ ‘bout queez, then it’s on sight
free keelo, bro let it gunplay (free bro)
see his body got bed got baptized
put a hole in his head, no dolphin
.45, put a n+gga in a coffin
bro said he a saint, and we on ‘em
and i smoke mdot every morning (mdot)
headshot, finna try it like brady
topopp b+block go crazy
and i’m stepping on the act feelin’ lazy
16 if a n+gga try to play me
free prez went ahead for safety
f+ck the l, they be cooling where the jakes be
free beans, all the thots want his babies
and i swear that the street sh+t made me
three holes in his body like loose leaf
long clip in this .30 make movies
told my n+ggas don’t lack in this beef sh+t
cuz these n+ggas want credit in the street sh+t
ys gon’ pull up with a rebound
spin twice, see six on the pavement
zero grand and 500 extension
put numbers in ya back no jersey
man y’all n+ggas ain’t timin’ on a bl!cky
hit that n+gga he running like ricky
sixo send shots at the glizzy
and we still on the corner we dump shots
bend through back blocks all leg shots
gotta look to my left and my right
since a youngin, been toting that pipe
see an opp, he gon’ reach for the light
main b+tch and she f+cking one night
foreign feets, man i’m done with these mikes
sip patron in the cup with the ice
up the pole if he jackin them rytes
r.i.p, cuz i dumped on this mic
shooting threes got me feelin like mike (otf)
otf, 6 trey what i bang
run up, headshot for the gang
die lzz, man y’all n+ggas is lames
check the board man, yeah my n+ggas in the game
[interlude]
sunny days but i still see rain
kesey in the v, switch lanes
and it’s still on the h with 30s and .40s and hollows and macs
16 with the strap
let the nine hit ya chin and you ain’t coming back
and i stay with my hats
and i bang with my billies, you know what i jack

[verse 2]
16 on the big screen, never that
got shot, you already know the get back
got sixo to spray on these n+ggas
free bro kesey, never play with these n+ggas
f+ck a ruler his brains on the pavement
my n+ggas gang gang on that same sh+t
drop the stones, we don’t f+ck with no apes, b+tch
circle the plaza with like three shots
he with breezy and s.dot
22 got the .30 shot (brrrttt)
n+ggas mad cuz we up next
hit the bump, then we thumb checks
double dab cuz we up next
f+ck the opps, cuz they upset (brrrttt)
30 shots now his brains in the seatback
on the block till these opps can’t shoot back
how you talk about queez, you ain’t do that (you ain’t)
catch ay, i’mma put him where pook at
boss really got shot, he ain’t get back
how you talkin’ bout guns you ain’t cl!ck+clack (brrrttt)
free r+ry bro gon sit back, (free bro, gang!)
free r+ry bro gon sit back, (gang!)
[outro]
pull up we flock at the tint too, pull up we flock at the window
blixky gang know we gon murk ‘em, pull up we flock at the tint too
pull up we flock at the window, blixky gang know we gon murk ‘em
pull up we flock at the tint too, pull up we flock at the window
blixky gang know we gon murk ‘em, blixky gang know we gon murk ‘em
pull up we flock at the tint too, pull up we flock at the window
grrrttt!, last quarter, n+gga!

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