Dropped Da Blick lyrics

[Intro]
Moneyflex, drop that sh*t

[Chorus]
That n*gga ran up and then drew down, but then he dropped the blick (Ayy, dumbass)
I picked it up, pray to Lord, these 7.62's zip him up (Zip him up)
It zipped him up, at first he couldn't stop moving, then he stiffened up
Don't pick him up, the doctors cannot sew him, ain't no stitchin' up (Ain't no stitchin')
Ride 'round with them thugs, 'bout three, four Choppas in the trunk (In the, ayy)
He don't be in no cuts, get smoked up like some Indica (Like some Indica)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, who the f*ck them n*ggas in your circle? Boy, you hardly spin
That shotgun be done blew a n*gga face off, look like Harvey Dent
My n*gga, you won't pull up, this a place that you ain't hardly been (Uh)
Got many mеn who hate on me like Curtis Jackson, 50 Cеnt
Ayy, I'm in the jungle, keep that stick on me like Indian (Ayy)
He might get the bag, that boy will fumble in the end (He gon' fumble)
Tell that b*tch, "You can't get sh*t from me, I'm empty hand" (Uh)
Yeah, I'm that one n*gga with a attitude like MC Ren (Ayy)
Ayy, why the f*ck these n*ggas in my bubble like the NBA? (Like the NBA)
I ain't signing no contract, but I'ma get these M's (Ayy)
What you see when you look at me, I'on give a f*ck (Give a f*ck)
n*ggas must thought I was happy 'cause I'm going up
I'm happy 'bout the money I've been making, but it ain't enough
One message for the n*gga who try take it, I'ma say, "Good luck" (Bah, b*tch)
[Chorus]
That n*gga ran up and then drew down, but then he dropped the blick (b*tch)
I picked it up, pray to Lord, these 7.62's zip him up
It zipped him up, at first he couldn't stop moving, then he stiffened up
Don't pick him up, the doctors cannot sew him, ain't no stitchin' up (Ain't no stitchin')
Ride 'round with them thugs, 'bout three, four Choppas in the trunk (Ayy)
He don't be in no cuts, get smoked up like some indica

[Verse 2]
That money just keep on coming in, Glock 17 like Jeremy Lin
That FN be done blew a n*gga face off, look like Harvey Dent (Damn)
Boy, you can't imitate Lil Yac, 'cause b*tch I hardly can (I can't do it)
And you can't penetrate this armor, you will hardly dent (Uh)
Creep up on him, like his karma, find which car he in (Brrt)
Hit him in his sh*t while he was in the park, it gave him Parkinson's
These n*ggas think they hard, they are?
AR, hop out and park the Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
Blow this b*tch and hope I don't hit a pedestrian (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Lil' n*gga, you can't f*ck my b*tch, I told you she was lesbian
My shooter pulled up 'bout that work, I told you he was Mexican (Hahaha, he was Mexican)

[Interlude]
Y'all know I just be talking my sh*t (Ayy, ayy)
I'm warning you, one of them n*ggas is in the car
Wam on these n*ggas, ayy
Pray to Lord, these 7.62's zip him up
Ayy, brrt, brrt
[Chorus]
That n*gga ran up and then drew down, but then he dropped the blick (Ayy, dumbass)
I picked it up, pray to Lord, these 7.62's zip him up (Zip him up)
It zipped him up, at first he couldn't stop moving, then he stiffened up
Don't pick him up, the doctors cannot sew him, ain't no stitchin' up (Ain't no stitchin')
Ride 'round with them thugs, 'bout three, four Choppas in the trunk (In the, ayy)
He don't be in no cuts, get smoked up like some Indica (Like some Indica)
Ayy