"How You Blickin" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
Long live my nigga Big G, no mercy
Free my nigga E-Dubb, free my nigga Bikedram
39 free 22, we do this shit for the bro's
We comin' home, street shit nigga, you wouldn't understand
Hypes callin' my phone, my bitch think I'm cheatin'
Niggas leakin', switchy on me, peakin', this bitch spit like Rikens
Huh, walk in the church smellin' funky reekin'
No seatbelt in the foreign, this bitch steady beepin', huh
You tryna get a feature or you want some Bozo?
Homie told, got 'em by the load and we ain't sellin' loads, huh
Yeah, this Ruger on me old, I need to change my clothes, huh
Any minute, mighty Moe, your bitch by her toes, nigga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, nigga, huh
Just 'cause I was gettin' money, they think I'm not a stepper
Huh, big ass, ten milli' tucked in my sweater
I'll put it down right now and get your ass together
Big bottles, bitches with the BB's all in our section
And I still got a Ruger and a Smith & Wesson
It's a gun, run up if you want, boy, your ass is done
I hate his mama so bad, I barely see my son
Huh, huh, how you blickin', Thoop-It? (Thoop-It)
I hop on a beatin', bitch, I'm talkin' stupid
Stickin' dick all in your bitch, that ho think I'm Cupid
My pockets fat, no five like that nigga Ruben
Take that shit off, that shit not a Cuban
They be like, 'Brizzo, what the fuck you doin'?'
Secret weapon, this Rollie on me cost like twenty-seven
I'm servin' heads, no Daisy Lane, bitch, this seven Heaven
Gettin' back, holographic packs, a hundred for a seven
Rolls on me like my motherfuckin' pockets crashin'
How the fuck you broke as hell tryin' to make suggestions?
Need to sit back, watch us and just take a lesson
Sellin' bows to niggas that sell O's, I don't serve peasants
Came in this bitch with a chrome weapon
If you know, what the fuck you know, 1911
Niggas need wheelchairs, they don't do no steppin'
Nigga, ayy
Niggas need wheelchairs, they don't do no steppin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Hypes callin' my phone, my bitch think I'm cheatin'
Niggas leakin', switchy on me, peakin', this bitch spit like Rikens
Huh, walk in the church smellin' funky reekin'
No seatbelt in the foreign, this bitch steady beepin', huh
You tryna get a feature or you want some Bozo?
Homie told, got 'em by the load and we ain't sellin' loads, huh
Yeah, this Ruger on me old, I need to change my clothes, huh
Any minute, mighty Moe, your bitch by her toes, nigga
Free my nigga E-Dubb, free my nigga Bikedram
39 free 22, we do this shit for the bro's
We comin' home, street shit nigga, you wouldn't understand
Hypes callin' my phone, my bitch think I'm cheatin'
Niggas leakin', switchy on me, peakin', this bitch spit like Rikens
Huh, walk in the church smellin' funky reekin'
No seatbelt in the foreign, this bitch steady beepin', huh
You tryna get a feature or you want some Bozo?
Homie told, got 'em by the load and we ain't sellin' loads, huh
Yeah, this Ruger on me old, I need to change my clothes, huh
Any minute, mighty Moe, your bitch by her toes, nigga
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, nigga, huh
Just 'cause I was gettin' money, they think I'm not a stepper
Huh, big ass, ten milli' tucked in my sweater
I'll put it down right now and get your ass together
Big bottles, bitches with the BB's all in our section
And I still got a Ruger and a Smith & Wesson
It's a gun, run up if you want, boy, your ass is done
I hate his mama so bad, I barely see my son
Huh, huh, how you blickin', Thoop-It? (Thoop-It)
I hop on a beatin', bitch, I'm talkin' stupid
Stickin' dick all in your bitch, that ho think I'm Cupid
My pockets fat, no five like that nigga Ruben
Take that shit off, that shit not a Cuban
They be like, 'Brizzo, what the fuck you doin'?'
Secret weapon, this Rollie on me cost like twenty-seven
I'm servin' heads, no Daisy Lane, bitch, this seven Heaven
Gettin' back, holographic packs, a hundred for a seven
Rolls on me like my motherfuckin' pockets crashin'
How the fuck you broke as hell tryin' to make suggestions?
Need to sit back, watch us and just take a lesson
Sellin' bows to niggas that sell O's, I don't serve peasants
Came in this bitch with a chrome weapon
If you know, what the fuck you know, 1911
Niggas need wheelchairs, they don't do no steppin'
Nigga, ayy
Niggas need wheelchairs, they don't do no steppin'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Hypes callin' my phone, my bitch think I'm cheatin'
Niggas leakin', switchy on me, peakin', this bitch spit like Rikens
Huh, walk in the church smellin' funky reekin'
No seatbelt in the foreign, this bitch steady beepin', huh
You tryna get a feature or you want some Bozo?
Homie told, got 'em by the load and we ain't sellin' loads, huh
Yeah, this Ruger on me old, I need to change my clothes, huh
Any minute, mighty Moe, your bitch by her toes, nigga
