Octavian, 21 Savage and Headie One - Blicky

Grab my gun then slide on a pussy nigga
I will not run nor hide from a pussy nigga
I'm the (yeah) murder man, ayy, Uzi man, okay
Essie man, yeah, Uzi man

Tattoo on my face, gold on my chain (my chain)
I don't want her name, I change her last name (her name)
I put in work, go check my net worth (go 'head O)
I don't get messy (I said it's fucking payday motherfucker)
But I do the dirt, okay just

Pass the lizzy (yeah), pass the glizzy (ooh)
Pass the bucky (yeah), pass the blicky (okay)
Ayy, I don't know where the fuck you're from, but I'll find out
Tell gang, book a seven seater and we'll
Pass your opp (yeah), pass the blocky (ooh)
Pass the cops (tease), pass the shotty (okay)
You claim that you're a tough guy I know you're lyin'
I know your block better than you, so why you hidin? (21, 21)

I be on the block, like a lineman (21, 21)
I done took more jewelry than a pirate (on God)
We like models, cars and cash, but we violent (21)
Glizzy with the switch, I am looking for my rival (pussy)
Got his baby mama suckin' on my private (pussy)
He told the police everything, we call him diary
None of my opps ain't never scoped, them niggas lyin' (on God)
Big 4L, that equal gun smoke and siren (on God)
(Yo, Hun)

Opps still try test temperaments (turn, turn)
From them jewels To fashion, we LDM (turn, turn, turn)
Gucci, bought tie man we step in the formal (turn, turn, turn)
I might go blow her back out of boredom
I left my new ho, for my new ho
She taught topped me off, she need no tutorial
I got that call, on and off just after two shows
I pull up my trackie and I left with blue balls (su-su-suh)
Might step with twenty on me, maybe Fendi on me
Big black splashy on me, Lenny Henry on me
Bad bitch come to the Nizz, I got plenty on me
She play it right, then she might end up in a penty', probably

Okay, grab my gun then slide on a pussy nigga
I will not run nor hide from a pussy nigga
I'm the murder man, Uzi man, ooh
Ak man, kill a man, yeah

Pass the lizzy (flash), pass the glizzy (give me that)
Pass the bucky (ayy, give it), pass the blicky, okay
Ayy, I don't know where the fuck you're from, but I'll find out
Tell gang, book a seven seater and we'll
Pass your opps (splash), pass the blocky (ooh)
Pass your Glock (yeah), pass the Glocky (splash)
You claim that you're a tough guy I know you're lyin'
I know your block better than you, so why you hidin?

Written by:
Sheyaa Abraham-Joseph, Oliver Godji, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Othello Houston, Harald Hjermann Sorebo

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