"BlickHimPt2" lyrics
My head just ride away to a new place
(Aye, yeah)
My head just ride–
My head just ride away to a new place
I be runnin' from a new demon, every damn new race
Baby, I just love to chase
Pour a new cup, roll a new wood, take it right to the face (Yeah)
Get that little boy out my way
I was in the club, I don't even like the club, so I'm aggravated
Folks really from the L but we taking dubs, yeah we first placin'
Bring it back to the basement
People who mad, thats the ones who ain't getting no payment
I got a oath that I made up myself
I ain't even really talking about Satan
In a few years I might have me some wealth so, boy what the fuck is you saying
You think I ain't gonna work for a walk on your turf for a week, in yo bushes, we waiting
40 on me I'm a send his ass right to his maker
2's got so many packs like he came on the boat from Jamaica
I know a rasta he bring ammunitions to islands for payment
I ain't a doctor, I tried to make beats, I really ain't got no patience
It was just me and Lil 3 at the crib trapping right off of the pavement (Aye)
We finna blick him
Sliding with soldiers, don't miss him
Like GTA, I'm a find me the loc' and I blip him
She suck my dick and then she finna kiss him
This Glock like a blender, know its finna rip him
That boy ass shrimp, we finna grits him
Sliding with shooters, don't miss
I got that tec on my hip
He run up on gang, yeah we putting a hole in his lip
(God damn)
This that BlickHim Pt2
If you run up on my gang, snipers pointed right at you
(Aye, yeah)
My head just ride–
My head just ride away to a new place
I be runnin' from a new demon, every damn new race
Baby, I just love to chase
Pour a new cup, roll a new wood, take it right to the face (Yeah)
Get that little boy out my way
I was in the club, I don't even like the club, so I'm aggravated
Folks really from the L but we taking dubs, yeah we first placin'
Bring it back to the basement
People who mad, thats the ones who ain't getting no payment
I got a oath that I made up myself
I ain't even really talking about Satan
In a few years I might have me some wealth so, boy what the fuck is you saying
You think I ain't gonna work for a walk on your turf for a week, in yo bushes, we waiting
40 on me I'm a send his ass right to his maker
2's got so many packs like he came on the boat from Jamaica
I know a rasta he bring ammunitions to islands for payment
I ain't a doctor, I tried to make beats, I really ain't got no patience
It was just me and Lil 3 at the crib trapping right off of the pavement (Aye)
We finna blick him
Sliding with soldiers, don't miss him
Like GTA, I'm a find me the loc' and I blip him
She suck my dick and then she finna kiss him
This Glock like a blender, know its finna rip him
That boy ass shrimp, we finna grits him
Sliding with shooters, don't miss
I got that tec on my hip
He run up on gang, yeah we putting a hole in his lip
(God damn)
This that BlickHim Pt2
If you run up on my gang, snipers pointed right at you
