[Intro]

Throw your hands up if you a bad motherfucker

Throw your hands up if you a real motherfucker

Throw your hands up if you are riding with the cutter

Now keep your hands up if you-

(What it do, Blicky?)

[Chorus]

Beat up the bitch then we lootin' her shit (Beat her)

Get in the car with no keys, bitch I'm rich (Okay)

I don't like bitches, I'm gettin' 'em hit (Yeah)

I don't like niggas who don't look like licks (Huh)

No he can't hit 'cause that boy is a bitch

No he can't hit 'cause he ugly as shit (Ugly!)

I'm goin' overtime, bitch the whole world is mine

Hop in the homie time, I hit your nigga line

[Verse 1]

Yeah, he get any time, yeah 'cause the boy is fine

He wanna break my spine, nasty, uh

Blicky is ratch but she classy, uh (Okay)

Don't wanna try get your ass beat (Uh-huh)

Yeah, if this was a race you can't pass me (Can't)

No door but I do do the dashin' (I do)

I'm fine as a bitch and they gas me, ooh (I'm fine)

I love how you snatch up and grab me, ooh

[Verse 2]

I love how he snatch up and grab me (I do)

Pull down my panties, he know that it's Fenty

Forty inch wig, is it real? Yeah it's Remy (Uh-huh)

Pass me the bottle, I'm lit off the Henny (I'm lit)

Bitches is broke out here pinchin' they pennies

It's not a joke, bitch don't laugh it's not funny

Forty week hours and still got no money

There is no government helping us, honey!

They're taking our money and calling it tax

When I get in office, I'm gettin' it back

They throw 'em to jail just because they was Black

It don't make you angry? Well me, I'm gon' spazz

Fuck forty acres, I want this shit back

The money, the time, and the lives of the past

The people they said that were quarters of that

Yes I'm a bitch, yeah I'm Black and I'm mad (Uh!)

[Verse 3]

Okay, back to the fuck shit, Blicky she run shit

Ion like none of these niggas, bet' duck quick

Ion like none of these niggas, I shoot shit

Ion like none of these niggas, they useless (Yerrr)

Ion like none of these niggas, they clueless

Whether it's plaid or whether it's blue

Don't get the bars, the bitches is stu

Don't like what she say, I put her on mute (Shut up, bitch!)

[Chorus]

Beat up the bitch then we lootin' her shit

Get in the car with no keys, bitch I'm rich

I don't like bitches, I'm gettin' 'em hit

I don't like niggas who don't look like licks

No he can't hit 'cause that boy is a bitch

No he can't hit 'cause he ugly as shit

I'm goin' overtime, bitch the whole world is mine

Hop in the homie time, I hit your homie line

[Verse 4]

Yeah, stepping on beats, I does that shit (I do)

Drippin' on hoes, I am that bitch (I am)

Hit up my nigga then I'm gon' spin

Run a whole game, don't need no cleats

Roll up a wood, don't need no sheet

Up all night, don't need no sleep

All white tee, don't need no bleach

Blick goin' in, don't need no feat

Okay, yeah

Blicky goin' in, she don't need no feats (She don't!)

Nami my tat so you know my fleet (Nami!)

Send her up, she gon' need a priest

Blicky goin' in, she don't need no feats (She don't!)

Nami my tat so you know my know my fleet (Okay!)

When I send her up, she gon' need a priest

[Outro]

Gon' need a fuckin' priest

'Cause I'mma do that bitch so fuckin' bad (I am)

I'mma drag that hoe 'til her head smash into her fucking ass

Like, y'all don't know 'bout Blick

Y'all don't know she mad violent

Y'all, y'all don't know she already been on trial

Hahaha

Crazy as shit, she that bitch

Crazy as shit, she that bitch

Crazy as shit, Blicky rich, ah!

Yeah, Blicky rich, ah

I thought I told you