Blic
[Intro: X4]
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Huh
[Verse 1: X4 & Chxnk]
I'm a top tier joint, I can't kick her with no bitch and I heard you was a sitch
N***a really take your shit, n***a really keep blick, with a stick
Fuck it at the switch, get chokin' from the kids
I'm a top tier n***a, I can't just fuck on any bitch
Y'all know I got good dick, she said my whip gang sick, bitch
I don't never come outside without taking my blick
They gotta switch, on F&N
[Verse 2: X4 & Chxnk]
N***a we gon' spin, fuckin' spin again
N***a and again and again and again
N***a he can't hang with the Crips, hmph
Run off on a n***a with a bitch, hmph
Take a n***a shit and have him sick
I ain't worryin' 'bout no thirst, I keep a blick
I ain't worryin' 'bout no thirst, I keep a pole, hmph (Keep a what?)
Shut the fuck up, I heard you told (Aye)
[Verse 3: Chxnk & X4]
Slappin' with the blick
I prolly fuck this bitch
Hoes think they slick
They be tryna have my kid
I don't never hang on the block and I ain't got my blick
Big-ass bullets in it, it really makes it flip
How the fuck you gettin' dough, but you ain't got no chip?
You can't call it no pole, if it bustin' don't kick
My compact didn't fold and it ain't got no kick (Ain't got no what?)
[Verse 4: X4]
Ain't got no kick, 40 with a stick
Slap a n***a twice 'cause he been was a bitch
I'ma show you where they ain't, don't trip
And you better bounce out into your shit
N***a better not miss, ready stitch lip
Never sink the ship, I never snitch
I'm a thirsty crip, bouncin' out the Benz
Fucked out the side, woke him down with a blick
[Verse 5: Chxnk]
What you mean? Bounce out, I don't do your shit
N***a, I'm known for walking up
And get jiggy, got pose, starin' bitches in they face on figaro
Last n***a touched my chain, you left with his fingers broke
I brought lean juice with n***as in here pour
If you show me to the bitches, which one go give me throw
These n***as deaf, I don't think they hear me though
These bullets extra won't big, they ain't treat, Cheerios
[Verse 6: X4]
I ain't worryin' bout no bitch, I got plenty hoes
Fuck a tall bitch on my tippy toes
Soccer son, up he sayin', "Leave me alone"
FBEAT up on a beat, bitch you know we on
While your pussy smell like that, bitch you know you're wrong
We gon' double back, we gon' get it gone
We gon' bounce up, we gon' get it gone
We gon' walk him down, we gon' get it gone
[Outro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)
Huh
[Verse 1: X4 & Chxnk]
I'm a top tier joint, I can't kick her with no bitch and I heard you was a sitch
N***a really take your shit, n***a really keep blick, with a stick
Fuck it at the switch, get chokin' from the kids
I'm a top tier n***a, I can't just fuck on any bitch
Y'all know I got good dick, she said my whip gang sick, bitch
I don't never come outside without taking my blick
They gotta switch, on F&N
[Verse 2: X4 & Chxnk]
N***a we gon' spin, fuckin' spin again
N***a and again and again and again
N***a he can't hang with the Crips, hmph
Run off on a n***a with a bitch, hmph
Take a n***a shit and have him sick
I ain't worryin' 'bout no thirst, I keep a blick
I ain't worryin' 'bout no thirst, I keep a pole, hmph (Keep a what?)
Shut the fuck up, I heard you told (Aye)
[Verse 3: Chxnk & X4]
Slappin' with the blick
I prolly fuck this bitch
Hoes think they slick
They be tryna have my kid
I don't never hang on the block and I ain't got my blick
Big-ass bullets in it, it really makes it flip
How the fuck you gettin' dough, but you ain't got no chip?
You can't call it no pole, if it bustin' don't kick
My compact didn't fold and it ain't got no kick (Ain't got no what?)
[Verse 4: X4]
Ain't got no kick, 40 with a stick
Slap a n***a twice 'cause he been was a bitch
I'ma show you where they ain't, don't trip
And you better bounce out into your shit
N***a better not miss, ready stitch lip
Never sink the ship, I never snitch
I'm a thirsty crip, bouncin' out the Benz
Fucked out the side, woke him down with a blick
[Verse 5: Chxnk]
What you mean? Bounce out, I don't do your shit
N***a, I'm known for walking up
And get jiggy, got pose, starin' bitches in they face on figaro
Last n***a touched my chain, you left with his fingers broke
I brought lean juice with n***as in here pour
If you show me to the bitches, which one go give me throw
These n***as deaf, I don't think they hear me though
These bullets extra won't big, they ain't treat, Cheerios
[Verse 6: X4]
I ain't worryin' bout no bitch, I got plenty hoes
Fuck a tall bitch on my tippy toes
Soccer son, up he sayin', "Leave me alone"
FBEAT up on a beat, bitch you know we on
While your pussy smell like that, bitch you know you're wrong
We gon' double back, we gon' get it gone
We gon' bounce up, we gon' get it gone
We gon' walk him down, we gon' get it gone
[Outro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)