No Blickout Lyrics by Chuckyy
Real facts, real facts
What’s up with that? We come through the front and back, when niggas say, “It’s smoke,” we on that
Roll a pack, one piece like two or three souls, I walk down blocks, *** effortless
G23 on my waistband, chokin’ the trigger, I spot a *** with that tough ***
Get on the side of his whip, throw all in that ***, it was two days with a dumb *** (Grrah, grrah)
And I’m known for rappin’ now, before this, I was known ’cause I dump quick
Go on a hit, swap fit, after the hit, swap fit, swap the blick out
I was goin’ on niggas’ ***, applyin’ pressure, I ain’t never been no blick-out
Niggas be bappin’ on bodies, but I ain’t gon’ say nothin’, dude got left with his *** out
I don’t even *** with no niggas, I ain’t goin’ back, think everybody time done ticked out
Hittin’ these hoes for five minutes, foot in the air, give ’em good ***, they gon’ twitch out
19, my main ***, 23 in my coupe, finna turn 36 now
I just got a fat-ass check in, I still ain’t gon’ bust my wrist down
You niggas be copy catters, I just want a plain jane [Saturn?]
Hit a *** block so quick, we standin’ on bodies so good, this *** like Tetris
What you want, brodie got it, we ain’t with the talkin’, you run up, you get headshotted (Bah, bah)
We leavin’ *** on the ground, busted open, his *** like pasta (Boom, boom)
Runnin’ up digits, I’m runnin’ up ***, I’m runnin’ up bodies, this life *** awesome (Yeah)
Somebody get him a doctor, Bathh ‘nem come through, clean up broad day (Hell nah)
15K on MENACE, I go crazy, 2K spent on hangers
I was just up in the basement, well now I’m in LA, might go to the A later
Uh, skateboard, I just learned how to skateboard, do a kick-flip on the pavement (Yeah)
Uh, headboard, pretty face all on the headboard, hit it from the back, can’t take it (Know that)
I smoke dead opps, can’t take it, *** *** can’t even believe I made it
That day I woke up rich, I blacked out, lil’ bro, I went crazy
Hit the ‘Raq in the BP just ’cause I want to, these niggas ain’t never on *** (Nothing)
***, fix your face when you’re lookin’ at us, lil’ Ron off X and he bust quick
It ain’t ***, soon as we catch us a ***, we put him in the back of the trunk and ***
I pop out with a fully, tyin’ up my hoodie, I’m back inside, back on that dumb *** (Nah)
Niggas gettin’ this rap confused, we leave *** layin’, that smell like skunk ***
And I’m one of a kind, don’t nobody rap my rhymes, what I rap, I done it (On top)
Throw a party, gon’ feel like a function, six-two hit his ***, give him concussion (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Uh, I can’t buy no *** no bag, but you might luck up and come with me to London
What’s up with that? We come through the front and back, when niggas say, “It’s smoke,” we on that
Roll a pack, one piece like two or three souls, I walk down blocks, *** effortless
G23 on my waistband, chokin’ the trigger, I spot a *** with that tough *** (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Get on the side of his whip, throw all in that ***, it was two days with a dumb *** (Grrah, grrah)
And I’m known for rappin’ now, before this, I was known ’cause I dump quick
Go on a hit, swap fit, after the hit, swap fit, swap the blick out
I was goin’ on niggas’ ***, applyin’ pressure, I ain’t never been no blick-out
Niggas be bappin’ on bodies, but I ain’t gon’ say nothin’, dude got left with his *** out
