[00:04.68]Blicky the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky
[00:08.05]Gang, Gang, Gang
[00:10.19]Grrrrrrrrttttt, Bop!
[00:13.03]Bop, Bop, Bop!
[00:14.66]When I get to swerving on 'em,
[00:16.25]Spinning the curb up on 'em
[00:17.67]Sending Suburbans on 'em and we lurking on 'em
[00:19.86]Ain't no funeral service for 'em (Boom, boom, boom)
[00:21.59]I'm on a mission for 'em,
[00:22.73]Sniper Gang got the vision on 'em
[00:24.43]Never snitching, go to prison for 'em (Nah)
[00:26.31]Hundred round drum, thirty clip is on 'em,
[00:28.19]Blood dripping on 'em
[00:29.04]Niggas went against the gang,
[00:30.43]You know that's a violation
[00:31.75]Penalty is death, take his last breath
[00:33.60]Bullets burning, like I'm frying bacon,
[00:35.39]Niggas dying waiting
[00:36.34]Never mind the hating,
[00:37.24]I'm a General, ***** (Blicky the Blicky)
[00:38.68]I'm about to put an end to you *****s
[00:40.12]*****s ****ed your baby momma, spent up all your money
[00:42.44]All you did was tell on them *****s?
[00:43.80](Bands, bands, bands, bands)
[00:44.24]You was with this gang banging,
[00:45.63]You was tryna be like 22
[00:47.68]I'm responsible for all you *****s (Blicky the Blicky)
[00:49.82]I'm the realest *****, tell the truth (Bop, bop, bop)
[00:51.60]And I know I might alarm you,
[00:53.21]Nobody thinks you a Don, Q
[00:55.06]Thirty round knocking off a limb,
[00:56.96]Maybe leg, head, plus an arm too
[00:58.71]I could look into your eyes,
[01:00.36]Know you never been on a mission
[01:01.84]Some *****s be ***** and never really listen
[01:03.47]Get put in a ditch and now his momma missing
[01:05.27]Might put out that hit and now we gotta get him
[01:07.10]We caught us a lick and now we gotta wet 'em
[01:08.90]This **** ain't no diss, ain't no Tory Lanez
[01:10.57]I pull out that blick and leave no remains
[01:12.49]You don't want these Blicky *****s
[01:14.47]Parked inside of Highbridge
[01:15.70]Look what I did, got the ladder hanging out the stick
[01:18.12]Looking like a high bridge, you could die, kid
[01:20.28]**** Real Ryte,
[01:21.28]Y'all can suck a **** and get killed too
[01:22.91]Y'all know damn well who got y'all mans hit
[01:24.87]Even Kooda blood would get spilled too
[01:26.61]Killing *****s then I rap about it,
[01:29.35]Like I'm Melly, ***** (Right)
[01:30.59]Ain't no **** that you could tell me, ***** (Right)
[01:32.33]Murder on my mind, is you ready,
[01:33.70]*****, I'm a deadly *****
[01:35.07]Can't compare my **** to none of these ***** *****s
[01:37.76]Not JD, not D Sav,
[01:39.43]And especially not that snitch *****

Blicky the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky
Gang, Gang, Gang
Grrrrrrrrttttt, Bop!
Bop, Bop, Bop!
When I get to swerving on 'em,
Spinning the curb up on 'em
Sending Suburbans on 'em and we lurking on 'em
Ain't no funeral service for 'em (Boom, boom, boom)
I'm on a mission for 'em,
Sniper Gang got the vision on 'em
Never snitching, go to prison for 'em (Nah)
Hundred round drum, thirty clip is on 'em,
Blood dripping on 'em
Niggas went against the gang,
You know that's a violation
Penalty is death, take his last breath
Bullets burning, like I'm frying bacon,
Niggas dying waiting
Never mind the hating,
I'm a General, ***** (Blicky the Blicky)
I'm about to put an end to you *****s
*****s ****ed your baby momma, spent up all your money
All you did was tell on them *****s?
(Bands, bands, bands, bands)
You was with this gang banging,
You was tryna be like 22
I'm responsible for all you *****s (Blicky the Blicky)
I'm the realest *****, tell the truth (Bop, bop, bop)
And I know I might alarm you,
Nobody thinks you a Don, Q
Thirty round knocking off a limb,
Maybe leg, head, plus an arm too
I could look into your eyes,
Know you never been on a mission
Some *****s be ***** and never really listen
Get put in a ditch and now his momma missing
Might put out that hit and now we gotta get him
We caught us a lick and now we gotta wet 'em
This **** ain't no diss, ain't no Tory Lanez
I pull out that blick and leave no remains
You don't want these Blicky *****s
Parked inside of Highbridge
Look what I did, got the ladder hanging out the stick
Looking like a high bridge, you could die, kid
**** Real Ryte,
Y'all can suck a **** and get killed too
Y'all know damn well who got y'all mans hit
Even Kooda blood would get spilled too
Killing *****s then I rap about it,
Like I'm Melly, ***** (Right)
Ain't no **** that you could tell me, ***** (Right)
Murder on my mind, is you ready,
*****, I'm a deadly *****
Can't compare my **** to none of these ***** *****s
Not JD, not D Sav,
And especially not that snitch *****