[Intro]

Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky

Soft ass niggas, stop fuckin' calling my name, son (Gang, gang, gang)

Y'all niggas don’t put in no work, for real though

Y'all don’t want us purging

Y'all know how that shit get

On God (Steve Chea on the beat)

Suck my dick

[Verse]

Bitch, we rollin' threes

Two Blixkys shooting and one driver, that’s how it’s suppose to be

Pussy, you ain’t never kill nobody, can’t get close to me

We gon' keep on flipping, spinning blocks until they all deceased

Invest in a ratchet or a casket (Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky)

They never be where they suppose to be (They supposеd to be)

I got the heat to control thе streets (Control the streets)

I bet this dick will control your treesh (Treesh, treesh)

Couple headshots gon' expose his dreams

You caught an opp and then flew to Miami (Yeah, right)

Tha— That nigga lied

All of my opps took a trip to Miami (Pussies)

I wonder why?

I’m with them snipers, and Blixkys don’t panic (Sniper, Blixky)

Either way niggas die

I just came home, if I beat it, don’t care to go back

That young nigga wilding (Gang, gang, gang)

If the nigga Real Ryte, tell the driver, "Bend right"

G Herbo get herbed too

Posted my pic then delete it, I’ll murk you

But shout out to Chiraq, I know where the guys at

Spinning with Rugers, so you better duck

Or they aim where your mind at

[Outro]

Grrt, boom!