Blickathon lyrics

[Chorus]
We got drums, we got sticks
b*tch don't run, you get hit
I fell in love with my blick
We been through all type of sh*t
Ain't no date, suck this di*k b*tch
And that straight, this b*tch stick shift
You should see the way this b*tch trip
Ain't no ride home, you gettin' a Lyft b*tch

[Verse 1]
Walk up in the club I got my heat in that b*tch
Standin' on the couch I got my feet on that b*tch
Givenchy head to toe me 'cause I'm flee than a b*tch
My car is push to start don't need no keys for that sh*t
b*tch I make you run
It's a blickathon
I can't rate that b*tch a ten, I give that b*tch a one
Now give my n*gga some
Until my n*ggas c*m
You can tell these b*tches anything, these b*tches dumb
You brought yo biggest gun (b*tch!)
We brought a bigger gun (b*tch!)
Ain't no stingy n*gga, I'm gon' give yo n*gga some (b*tch!)
Christmas time came around, I bought my b*tch a gun
Shorty chewed up on this di*k like it's a stick of gum
Yeah, I smoke exotics
And my b*tch exotic
And my car robotic
Ain't no question if I f*cked yo wife, that b*tch a boppy
Ain't no question if I got my pipe 'cause, b*tch, I got it
[Chorus]
We got drums, we got sticks
b*tch don't run, you get hit
I fell in love with my blick
We been through all type of sh*t
Ain't no date, suck this di*k b*tch
And that straight, this b*tch stick shift
You should see the way this b*tch trip
Ain't no ride home, you gettin' a Lyft b*tch

[Verse 2]
Got my blick on me, my stick on me, yo b*tch on me
Don't get blicked homie, I shoot until this b*tch on E
Ain't no shooting out no cars, I shoot this b*tch on feet
Then, we shoot straight to the block, now we back on D
b*tch, I never care
We be everywhere
It's a blickathon, we might shoot it anywhere
b*tch, I'm never scared
I keep my weapon near
Matter fact, I'm double breasted, my sh*t come in pairs
Soon as I walk inside the club I get to clutchin'
Took my shirt off in that b*tch, that's 'cause I'm bussin'
b*tch n*gga thought it was when it really wasn't
Soon as we left the club, we let off a dozen
We let off a dub (huh), we was off some drugs (huh)
We weren't shootin' out no whips b*tch we was walkin' up
All my killas Blood (huh)
Make you cough it up (huh)
Shouldn't of mentioned foenem name, you shouldn't have brought it up (b*tch)
[Chorus]
We got drums, we got sticks
b*tch don't run, you get hit
I fell in love with my blick
We been through all type of sh*t
Ain't no date, suck this di*k b*tch
And that straight, this b*tch stick shift
You should see the way this b*tch trip
Ain't no ride home, you gettin' a Lyft b*tch