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

[Chorus]
Spinnin' with blickys and black flags
Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I pay 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 1]
She a lil' baba (Baba-baba)
Willing to line a n***a for the slappings
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 he got a shit bag
Blicky gon' kick back, why would I miss that?
His medulla, 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]
Spinnin' with blickys and black flags
Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I pay 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', bendin'
Lurkin' with it, purgin', drillin'
Tinted windows, Glock extendos
Hangin' out Suburbans 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

[Chorus]
Spinnin' with blickys and black flags
Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that
I had a gun in my backpack
Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at?
I pay 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