Blickelodeon

(This beat hard as hell, what up, Primo?) (Primo Beats on the track) Ayy, hmm, uh I just cut a whole brick in half with a razor I just got a ho nigga dead off a favor Lil' bloody 'n 'em had hit him in his head with a laser And I made this bitch f*ck my mans 'cause I paid her Told my opps, "Meet me at the bottle shop," get 'em tables Chopper shot do the chalkboard, it erase him I say, the yopper shot, baka-boop-bop, hit his top, he gon' drop Spin his block one more time 'cause we hot Listen, gas, huh, burn a nigga up Huh, baby shake that ass, she gon' turn a nigga up Huh, AR tricky dance move, serve a nigga up Huh, bitch, I better not hear you sayin' Skub, I earned big Blood Listen, oh, look, huh, I don't play with shit Get disrespectful after this, I be done smacked you in your shit You talk back behind my back, I be done clapped you in your shit Be done tapped him in his head, lil' nigga don't know shit Huh, I still fight, pussy niggas ain't on shit Huh, kill a nigga, now he can't hate on shit Nigga, I still slide, I ain't gotta wait on shit Huh, it's drill time, I ain't got shit to say 'bout shit, nigga I don't rap beef, if he at me, then it's f*ck it I don't rap beef, if he act weak, we gon' stomp him I don't rap beef, if he half street, then we attack him 'Cause if he really street, then we ain't on the internet about nothin' Ain't no nigga from the bitty did a thing since I was crushin' Always in the A, down there with my apes, steady clutchin' Huh, ain't duckin' no smoke, see a chimney, I run up it Huh, run into a nigga, then we walk him down, leave him bloody Uh, I hate a nigga 'round me actin' the toughest Huh, swear he don't like me, but his head down in public Huh, if I got an issue with a nigga, I punch him Huh, and them shooters on his ass, red monkey Huh, re-rock Ahh, ahh Huh, treat a nigga like a kid, then thump him Huh, leave a nigga sleepin' with his mans, now they bunkies Out side, fucked up with no money, they junkies Huh, don't let no nigga have you thinkin' this shit sweet Huh, f*ck around and be the reason you deceased Huh, kill him twice, you can't even rest in peace Huh, quick as f*ck to press a nigga like a crease Re-rock Huh, or what it ain't? Huh, this ain't Call of Duty, you can't bome back from the Gulag Two straps right there on your top, look like a durag I'll ho an old bitch, think she look good with her new ass Huh, f*ck your BBL Huh, send some naked pictures to my niggas locked in jail Silencers in the field shootin' at Curley, off the van Pray to God, then send your dogs to Hell Now listen Huh, huh, from the 'burbs to the hood with no vest on Yeah, from a mansion to the trap, nigga stepped on Yeah, I been waking niggas up since I was slept on Yeah, stick your nose in my business, get your neck gone Huh, huh, sayin' it with your chest, get your breath gone Huh, get some RIP posts and a headstone Huh, have your people 'n 'em sick like, "He dead and gone" Pull up like, "I told you so, knew you was a ho" Just like your daddy, ain't never been 'bout shit Swerve up in static, we love to hop out shit Huh, send his BM down the way and make the route switch Huh, hit his TT 'n 'em brib and get the couch flipped Huh, headband with them racks and a jogger fit Huh, got a leash in my pocket, I'll walk a brick Huh, pull up in the Hellcat, I'll dog some shit Huh, have a soft nigga screamin' it ain't called for this Huh, it ain't nothin' for that one shit, Nathaniel Huh, pull up in the Phantom and go ghost like I'm Daniel Say, that chopper give whoever the most they can handle Ain't never takin' no L like I'm Randall Re-rock