LP Rambo - Blick lyrics
[LP Rambo - Blick lyrics]
Blick you up it's crackin' man
Smoking kush in traffic, damn
Rolling deep, packing man
Bullets flying Pakistan
He ain't know we had it, damn
Shorty so dramatic, damn
We the type to smoke your ass they'll
Find you in the attic man
6 star no Jewish shit
I'm with all the foolishness
Kill you over stupidness
Pockets full of blues and shit
All that money on my head y'all
Boys better be stupid rich
Build a wall and cool in it that's
All you bout to do with bricks
Used to wake up shooting shit
Seen that in a movie flick
Act a fucking lunatic get laid
Down with a crucifix
We the type to put it in the
Raps and really do the shit
Slow down think I'm losing it
My screw might be loosening
We move like a government
Got my blick stuttering
We saw you was mumbling
Now you hearing thunder, damn
Boa there go them Stain Gang
Niggas better take some cover, and
Whole life I was suffering
Cold hearted shuttering
Blick you up it's crackin' man
Smoking kush in traffic, damn
Rolling deep, packing man
Bullets flying Pakistan
He ain't know we had it, damn
Shorty so dramatic, damn
We the type to smoke your ass they'll
Find you in the attic man
6 star no Jewish shit
I'm with all the foolishness
Kill you over stupidness
Pockets full of blues and shit
All that money on my head y'all
Boys better be stupid rich
Build a wall and cool in it that's
All you bout to do with bricks
Wolfing for a gang but really you
Ain't on none of that
Goofy think he God might have him
Crossed like the son of that
More bullets than you'd ever
Fucking dream here
You want some movie shit might
Turn you to a premier
Opp ass disciples more like
Jesus' disciples huh
Stepped in the field and you knew
You wasn't like this huh
Boy my niggas serious they
Love to move mysterious
Poking at the opps everyday
Them niggas furious my jewelry is
Nah I ain't gone tell you
Bout my jewelry bitch
I'm the type to send the opps a
Link make sure they hearing this
Blick you up it's crackin' man
Smoking kush in traffic, damn
Rolling deep, packing man
Bullets flying Pakistan
He ain't know we had it, damn
Shorty so dramatic, damn
We the type to smoke your ass they'll
Find you in the attic man
6 star no Jewish shit
I'm with all the foolishness
Kill you over stupidness
Pockets full of blues and shit
All that money on my head y'all
Boys better be stupid rich
Build a wall and cool in it that's
All you bout to do with bricks
Smoking kush in traffic, damn
Rolling deep, packing man
Bullets flying Pakistan
He ain't know we had it, damn
Shorty so dramatic, damn
We the type to smoke your ass they'll
Find you in the attic man
6 star no Jewish shit
I'm with all the foolishness
Kill you over stupidness
Pockets full of blues and shit
All that money on my head y'all
Boys better be stupid rich
Build a wall and cool in it that's
All you bout to do with bricks
Used to wake up shooting shit
Seen that in a movie flick
Act a fucking lunatic get laid
Down with a crucifix
We the type to put it in the
Raps and really do the shit
Slow down think I'm losing it
My screw might be loosening
We move like a government
Got my blick stuttering
We saw you was mumbling
Now you hearing thunder, damn
Boa there go them Stain Gang
Niggas better take some cover, and
Whole life I was suffering
Cold hearted shuttering
Blick you up it's crackin' man
Smoking kush in traffic, damn
Rolling deep, packing man
Bullets flying Pakistan
He ain't know we had it, damn
Shorty so dramatic, damn
We the type to smoke your ass they'll
Find you in the attic man
6 star no Jewish shit
I'm with all the foolishness
Kill you over stupidness
Pockets full of blues and shit
All that money on my head y'all
Boys better be stupid rich
Build a wall and cool in it that's
All you bout to do with bricks
Wolfing for a gang but really you
Ain't on none of that
Goofy think he God might have him
Crossed like the son of that
More bullets than you'd ever
Fucking dream here
You want some movie shit might
Turn you to a premier
Opp ass disciples more like
Jesus' disciples huh
Stepped in the field and you knew
You wasn't like this huh
Boy my niggas serious they
Love to move mysterious
Poking at the opps everyday
Them niggas furious my jewelry is
Nah I ain't gone tell you
Bout my jewelry bitch
I'm the type to send the opps a
Link make sure they hearing this
Blick you up it's crackin' man
Smoking kush in traffic, damn
Rolling deep, packing man
Bullets flying Pakistan
He ain't know we had it, damn
Shorty so dramatic, damn
We the type to smoke your ass they'll
Find you in the attic man
6 star no Jewish shit
I'm with all the foolishness
Kill you over stupidness
Pockets full of blues and shit
All that money on my head y'all
Boys better be stupid rich
Build a wall and cool in it that's
All you bout to do with bricks