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letra de fns and blixkys - 22gz

[intro: 22gz]
sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
smash bros
bands, bands‚ bands‚ bands
racks‚ racks, racks, racks
gang‚ gang, gang

[chorus: 22gz & quin nfn]
p-ss 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 -ss 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 n-gg-s 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, b-tch, we ride in the field
get to blowing this b-tch like a motherf-ckin’ ref
can’t wait on a thing, b-tch, it’s money to make
give a f-ck if you with it, get right or get left

[verse 1: quin nfn]
i know i got n-gg-s upset ’cause my chain vvs
but i really came from the ‘jects
took 30k out to go flex
poured up for the ‘plex
b-tch, i’m tryna step on a neck

[verse 2: 22gz]
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, n-gg-, back down
hit the mall and cash out
bring them racks out
f-ck 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

[verse 3: quin nfn]
we gon’ slide on his block if it’s necessary
22gz, nfn, b-tch, it’s legendary
hit him up with the glock, he get very dirty
stuck a d-ck in the glizzy, it’s very st-rdy
you a ho like your pops, it’s hereditary
we gon’ march like the month after february
main b-tch acting up, got a secondary
if he play, we gon’ give him a cemetary, on gang

[chorus: 22gz & quin nfn]
p-ss 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 -ss 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 n-gg-s 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, b-tch, we ride in the field
get to blowing this b-tch like a motherf-ckin’ ref
can’t wait on a thing, b-tch, it’s money to make
give a f-ck if you with it, get right or get left

[outro: 22gz]
hold on, hold on
sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
bands, bands, bands, bands
racks, racks, racks, racks
(hah, n-gg-s know how we rocking)
gang, gang, gang

- 22gz

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