"Blick Blick" lyrics
Juice the Mac & Young Scooter Lyrics
Hi, Lil
What's up
What up
What it do
What's up with everybody
You see what I'm on
I just woke up
Let's get it
Sauce me up, JQ
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
I can't fuck with none of y'all, y'all acting like some lab rats
Put my shooters on your ass, I'm feeling like I'm Mad Max
Racks in my pocket, had to tell these niggas catch up
Any nigga want some smoke, nigga, go ahead and step up
Million dollar nigga flexing hard, they say I'm next up
I can pull your bitch in a white tee, bitch, I ain't dressed up
Fuck with niggas talking bout if they ain't talking racks
She got a pretty face, but I only love her for her back
Doing all that talking, you can't even show a stack
I'm really hard-bodied, I put my city on the map
Niggas doing that talking, but they ain't stating facts
I got too much money, I'm up my nigga, I don't think I'm gonna crash
I'ma level her up, by Adana, everywhere she go
I'ma spend a couple racks on you, but bae, you not my ho
The whole city know that nigga dude's been getting dope
Gotta watch these niggas in real life, they tryna back dope
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Don't seek trap, nigga, but all the rappers got rich
OKC to Atlanta, I got the blueprint
Shout out to Juice, I ain't talking juice, man, that's my nigga
Talking juice, man, juice from Oklahoma City
A living proof of street, nigga, really made me
I never changed, I kept it real from the beginning
Now you get rich and start trapping you rappers, but kill them
Cause you could die in the streets, watch how you move in them
Try to run up, you get blick, blick, blick, blick
Murder for hire, you know I ain't gotta shoot shit
But I make cop music the only thing that makes sense
One of my juke houses rolling faster than a switch
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
What's up
What up
What it do
What's up with everybody
You see what I'm on
I just woke up
Let's get it
Sauce me up, JQ
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
I can't fuck with none of y'all, y'all acting like some lab rats
Put my shooters on your ass, I'm feeling like I'm Mad Max
Racks in my pocket, had to tell these niggas catch up
Any nigga want some smoke, nigga, go ahead and step up
Million dollar nigga flexing hard, they say I'm next up
I can pull your bitch in a white tee, bitch, I ain't dressed up
Fuck with niggas talking bout if they ain't talking racks
She got a pretty face, but I only love her for her back
Doing all that talking, you can't even show a stack
I'm really hard-bodied, I put my city on the map
Niggas doing that talking, but they ain't stating facts
I got too much money, I'm up my nigga, I don't think I'm gonna crash
I'ma level her up, by Adana, everywhere she go
I'ma spend a couple racks on you, but bae, you not my ho
The whole city know that nigga dude's been getting dope
Gotta watch these niggas in real life, they tryna back dope
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Don't seek trap, nigga, but all the rappers got rich
OKC to Atlanta, I got the blueprint
Shout out to Juice, I ain't talking juice, man, that's my nigga
Talking juice, man, juice from Oklahoma City
A living proof of street, nigga, really made me
I never changed, I kept it real from the beginning
Now you get rich and start trapping you rappers, but kill them
Cause you could die in the streets, watch how you move in them
Try to run up, you get blick, blick, blick, blick
Murder for hire, you know I ain't gotta shoot shit
But I make cop music the only thing that makes sense
One of my juke houses rolling faster than a switch
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Blick, blick, stick, stick
Yeah, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
