Blicked Up Lyrics – 757 Trigga
Singer: 757 Trigga
Title: Blicked Up
Blicks, all of my n#gg#s got blicks
{?} drum and a stick, but n#gg#s get smoked tryna diss
On Jamal you n#gg#s is b#tches we loading them switches and escape through the city
We Young Money 45 with a drum on it, like to show it a Drake and a Nikki
And you know we got hella glizzies, and them XD’s
Leave your face and your neck bleeding
Choppa got t#tt#es on it, get to squeezing and squirting like I’m tryna breastfeed em’
f#ck is you on? I come from the 5 n#gg#
We don’t f#ck up the 9 n#gg#
Pull up and pop out and walk with a stick like I’m blind n#gg#
Shoot till’ everyone die n#gg#
Who need a nation? 757 the gang (Drop a Y and get changed)
Run up the flame
My shooters don’t miss a thing
Don’t ever mention Melly name
We do it for Snoop
Nah we don’t fake blick, f#ck around and get your face hit
And ain’t no shooting in cars we walk up and race sh#t
Everyone in the way hit
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