BRINGBLICK

I'm the one knocking

Don't get in without your blick
Strictly top shottas, why you askin' 'bout a bitch?
Davy wanna chill, she like Davy gettin' chip
Why you still postin', bro? And you ain't gettin' back this shit

Sixteen, I blew a quarter and I still ain't went broke
I could tell you 'bout a set before I tell you 'bout some dope
I got hustle in my veins, now I say your mom soap
And they call me a trophy, I give ghetto kids hope
I could blow this like twenty on your bitch, I ain't average

Only hang with killers, he ain't with me 'less he savage
Baby, what you want? Matter fact, she got both
I'm like, "Mami, what's your type?" She said, "Anything but broke"
She like Prada on her feet, Chanel purse, and long weaves

If I take her for the weekend, boy, it's all good, she won't leave
Knock a opp and double back, we don't let them boys leave
A broke bitch actin' boujee, that's my biggest pet peeve
Granny askin' why my trunk full, I'm buildin' houses
I don't serve, but if I do, best believe it ain't no ounces
If I sign this for a ticket, not a couple hundred thousand
I'm a sucker for the plug, boy, just tell me where that route is

Sneaky link callin', bitch, you blowin' up my program
She know I don't judge, I be servin' Lindsay Lohan

Every bad bitch in my city out her head
I don't tell him we into it, he gon' know it when he grab

I don't do the typin', stop tellin' me we fuckin'
Hit college servin' Addy, Davy buyin' like I fronted
My hippie love the work, I thought he was Danny Duncan
Ain't feelin' how you suckin', bitch, you need to put your tongue in

Water back float, told him get it while he can
I don't push, it don't reserve, come through ready with your bands
Eighty on my wrist, throwin' bullets, not no hands
All my hoes be up in pape', I ain't fuckin' on no fans

Don't get in without your blick
Strictly top shottas, why you askin' 'bout a bitch?
Davy wanna chill, she like Davy gettin' chip
Why you still postin', bro? And you ain't gettin' back this shit

Ayy, man, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Ayy, cut the beat, run that shit back

OTX, gang, gang, gang, I stand on business (Yeah)
Lil' bro, he on go, I say the word and he go spin it (Spin it)
How much for the pussy? What's the word? I'm finna spend it (Uh)
Tryin' not to cheat up on my bitch, but I'm so tempted (Oh my God)
He gon' shoot the clip until it click and come back empty
In the club, you gotta hold the blick 'cause I get tempted (Yeah)
If you do it, do it right, don't catch
You no attemptin' (No attemptin')
In the trenches with my pendant, catchin' the attention, ayy (Wow)
In the trenches with my chain on 'cause I ain't tuckin' shit

Got these bitches showin' they thongs, they wanna fuck and shit

I ain't wanna rap when I was young, I want a hundred bricks
Ballin' way too hard up in the trap, we got a hundred sticks
Everybody wanna rap like me, I got a hundred kids
Niggas say they trap like me, but don't know what a onion is

I don't care about the amenities, where the oven is?
Fiends lined up like McDonald's, they say they lovin' it

D-Diego