Blicky Blicky
YRB Papii
GENRE
(Hook) [YRB Papii]
B***h I got that Blicky Blicky
Only thing that’s clickin with me
Smokin on that opp pack
No this ain’t no sticky sticky
Ballin out like Windy City
Icy and I’m drippy drippy
Sippin on that good shit
Got me spinnin hella dizzy
Hanging with these shooters
Got my hittas in the back seat
Spinnin round the backstreet
I get yo dumb ass whacked b
Pop out at the party b***h
We throw em like the gatsby
Livin like we kings while you chillin
Where the rats be
(Verse 1) [Sammy Prince]
Yeah you better get to movin when these killers out here shootin
Metro I be boomin in my Nike I be zoomin
Gassed up, cash up, boy you bе assuming
Why you bring yo gang around these n****s ain’t be hoopin
And imma flow UH
I bring my dogs around thеy cash in for the hoes
On my man
That bitch say I gotta watch out for her bro
HUH
(Watch out for a bro?)
Why he playin for?
Tell yo Lil n***a I ain’t beefin in my zone
And I pop out in the party with the goats
Watch out for the bro he be shootin since 04’
Papii with the flow
Sammy Prince I know
Rappin like I’m Von but ain’t ever shoot before
(Hook) [YRB Papii]
B***h I got that Blicky Blicky
Only thing that’s clickin with me
Smokin on that opp pack
No this ain’t no sticky sticky
Ballin out like Windy City
Icy and I’m drippy drippy
Sippin on that good shit
Got me spinnin hella dizzy
Hanging with these shooters
Got my hittas in the back seat
Spinnin round the backstreet
I get yo dumb ass whacked b
Pop out at the party b***h
We throw em like the gatsby
Livin like we kings while you chillin
Where the rats be
(Verse 2) [YRB Papii]
Livin like we kings yeah we ballin out like hoopers (Kobe)
Watch all these maneuvers keep an eye on all my shooters
Big titties on the glizzy have it looking like it’s hooters
Body in the casket he get buried with no viewers
B***h I want war we sayin f**k that Rest In Peace
He can rest in piss that’s where we left his ass to be
His shorty be a widow now I bust on all her cheeks
Take a lil photo, sign the picture then I leave (cheeeeese)
Damn, I always knew she was a thot
Comin back for me cause she know Papii be too hot
I know that she don’t love me
She’s in love with what I got
So I hopped up in the Benz and left her ass up on the block
(Hook) [YRB Papii]
B***h I got that Blicky Blicky
Only thing that’s clickin with me
Smokin on that opp pack
No this ain’t no sticky sticky
Ballin out like Windy City
Icy and I’m drippy drippy
Sippin on that good shit
Got me spinnin hella dizzy
Hanging with these shooters
Got my hittas in the back seat
Spinnin round the backstreet
I get yo dumb ass whacked b
Pop out at the party b***h
We throw em like the gatsby
Livin like we kings while you chillin
Where the rats be
B***h I got that Blicky Blicky
Only thing that’s clickin with me
Smokin on that opp pack
No this ain’t no sticky sticky
Ballin out like Windy City
Icy and I’m drippy drippy
Sippin on that good shit
Got me spinnin hella dizzy
Hanging with these shooters
Got my hittas in the back seat
Spinnin round the backstreet
I get yo dumb ass whacked b
Pop out at the party b***h
We throw em like the gatsby
Livin like we kings while you chillin
Where the rats be
(Verse 1) [Sammy Prince]
Yeah you better get to movin when these killers out here shootin
Metro I be boomin in my Nike I be zoomin
Gassed up, cash up, boy you bе assuming
Why you bring yo gang around these n****s ain’t be hoopin
And imma flow UH
I bring my dogs around thеy cash in for the hoes
On my man
That bitch say I gotta watch out for her bro
HUH
(Watch out for a bro?)
Why he playin for?
Tell yo Lil n***a I ain’t beefin in my zone
And I pop out in the party with the goats
Watch out for the bro he be shootin since 04’
Papii with the flow
Sammy Prince I know
Rappin like I’m Von but ain’t ever shoot before
(Hook) [YRB Papii]
B***h I got that Blicky Blicky
Only thing that’s clickin with me
Smokin on that opp pack
No this ain’t no sticky sticky
Ballin out like Windy City
Icy and I’m drippy drippy
Sippin on that good shit
Got me spinnin hella dizzy
Hanging with these shooters
Got my hittas in the back seat
Spinnin round the backstreet
I get yo dumb ass whacked b
Pop out at the party b***h
We throw em like the gatsby
Livin like we kings while you chillin
Where the rats be
(Verse 2) [YRB Papii]
Livin like we kings yeah we ballin out like hoopers (Kobe)
Watch all these maneuvers keep an eye on all my shooters
Big titties on the glizzy have it looking like it’s hooters
Body in the casket he get buried with no viewers
B***h I want war we sayin f**k that Rest In Peace
He can rest in piss that’s where we left his ass to be
His shorty be a widow now I bust on all her cheeks
Take a lil photo, sign the picture then I leave (cheeeeese)
Damn, I always knew she was a thot
Comin back for me cause she know Papii be too hot
I know that she don’t love me
She’s in love with what I got
So I hopped up in the Benz and left her ass up on the block
(Hook) [YRB Papii]
B***h I got that Blicky Blicky
Only thing that’s clickin with me
Smokin on that opp pack
No this ain’t no sticky sticky
Ballin out like Windy City
Icy and I’m drippy drippy
Sippin on that good shit
Got me spinnin hella dizzy
Hanging with these shooters
Got my hittas in the back seat
Spinnin round the backstreet
I get yo dumb ass whacked b
Pop out at the party b***h
We throw em like the gatsby
Livin like we kings while you chillin
Where the rats be
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