Blick Him Blick Him Blick You Lyrics By Iayze. I’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a blick too Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (n^^ga) Oh, we on that sh^t too, I used to hit licks too n^^ga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too He ain’t this, he ain’t that He ain’t a Blood, he ain’t a Mac.
Blick Him Blick Him Blick You Lyrics
Ayy, b^^ch
Ayy, b^^ch, go, go, go (Real Murda Worth sh^t, b^^ch, you already know)
Ayy, b^^ch, go, ayy (You know what the f^^k I’m rocking, b^^ch)
Uh-uh, ayy, turn me up (It getting light, huh, rocking Bentley Bentayga and Balenciaga, I’m the reason they f^^k with you, b^^ch)
Ayy (I’m the reason they f^^k with you, b^^ch)
Her neck snap, d^^k, it’s too dope
She like, “Kudos”, I’m like, “Die though” (b^^ch)
You can’t spend the night, ho, plus you messy, we might fight, ho (Fight, ho)
Riding around with a Draco, I let the AK sing a recital (Lil’ b^^ch)
G23 hold twenty-three shots, might as well name that b^^ch Michael (Lil’ b^^ch)
D-R-A-C-O, micro (Micro)
These b^^ches be looking like dyke hoes (Dyke hoes)
On thе block, I’m selling white ho (White ho)
I put a junkiе on white girl (On white girl)
Put her in Fendi, in Gucci, Chanelly, Chanelly, Chanelly, them white pearls (Pearls)
f^^k all the opps, man, them lil n^^gas broke
Back to back getting smoked and they die off of girls
I got a hit list, couple of thots on the hit list, no, I won’t cry for a girl
I’m ’bout my business, put the lil’ b^^ch in a I8, then I took her for a twirl
Even though I’m on a Percocet itchin’, she believe I could change her world
Slide on an opp, he get hit in his biscuit, now they be screamin’, “It’s his world”
I’m on the road doin’ back to back shows, back to back hoes, been f^^kin’ ’em (Huh)
Baby, it’s love, but you can’t get mine, I just been f^^kin’ and duckin’ ’em (Lil’ b^^ch)
You just been lovin’ and trustin’ him, that’s the reason why they bust at you (n^^ga, uh-huh)
She in the Bentley Bentayga, Balenciaga, I’m the reason they f^^k with you (b^^ch)
I been going up, up, up, up, up, b^^ch
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, b^^ch, uh
Don’t give a f^^k, f^^k, f^^k, f^^k, f^^k, b^^ch, ayy
Don’t give a f^^k, f^^k, f^^k, f^^k, f^^k, b^^ch, ayy
Hop out the truck, truck, truck, truck, truck, b^^ch, ayy
He get lit up, up, up, up, up, b^^ch (b^^ch)
I don’t want her, she gon’ suck, suck, suck, suck, suck the clique
He say he gon’ bust, bust, bust, b^^ch, I’ma bust mine quick (b^^ch, ayy)
Ayy, b^^ch, big up Groovy
(One and Only)
He ain’t no Blood, he ain’t this, he ain’t that, he ain’t a Mac, too
Sayin’ this and that, b^^ch, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
I be like, uhhh, b^^ch, uhhh
I’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (n^^ga)
Oh, we on that sh^t too, I used to hit licks too
n^^ga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain’t this, he ain’t that
He ain’t a Blood, he ain’t a Mac
He be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
Ridin’ with a big Mac, b^^ch, this ain’t no fast food (b^^ch)
I just shot a foul ball, it’s good because I made the rules (n^^ga)
That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? (Ayy)
I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool (b^^ch)
I be like “f^^k the wannabes”, they be like, “Iayze a fool”
It ain’t sh^t to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool (Ayy)
Ayy, who is he? (Who is he?)
I like green tip, 5.56, my ARPs (n^^ga, ayy)
I like pouring Tris, f^^kin hoes, and throwing C’s (b^^ch, ayy)
She love D’usse, shaking a$$ and love smoking my weed (b^^ch, ayy)
I used to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single, ain’t have no weed
The i8 I’m in, it came wit’ no keys (Okay, mmmew)
She want me save a b^^ch, I ain’t Christopher Reeves (b^^ch, I ain’t no savior, man)
Say she a sl^^t, then she get sl^^t, I get my nut, and then I leave
I’m talkin’ green tip, 5.56, and a blick too
Oh, he lack? Blick him, blick him, blick you (n^^ga)
Oh, we on that sh^t too, I used to hit licks too
n^^ga shot a K at me, okay, but he missed too
He ain’t this, he ain’t that
He ain’t a Blood, he ain’t a Mac
He be saying this and that, it’s gon’ get him clapped too
Ridin’ with a big Mac, b^^ch, this ain’t no fast food (Huh, okay)
I just shot a foul ball, it’s good because I made the rules (n^^ga, b^^ch)
(Ayy)
Think he stayed in school, ayy
Bang it out with opps, the police take my tool, b^^ch
They be like, “Iayze a fool”
All I gotta do is keep it cool
(Ayy, okay)
(Who is he?, who is he?)
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