Cash App

Lyrics

[Intro] Grrt Bap-bap-bow, bap-bap, bap-bap-bap-bap Ghosty Gang, gang, gang Blicky, the blicky [Chorus] Spinnin' with blickys and black flags Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that I had a gun in my backpack Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at? I pay them hitters through Cash App Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback We stuffin' bodies in trash bags I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags [Verse 1] She a lil' baba (Baba-baba) Willing to line a nigga for the slappings Been movin' tactic If it ain't on my waist, I got it in my jacket My shooters assassins 7.62s make 'em do backflips My lil' juvie a savage Got a .40, a Ruger, that came with attachments Ain't with the chit-chat Semi gon' split that, open that six pack (Gang, gang, gang) Now he got a shit bag Blicky gon' kick back, why would I miss that? His medulla, we cracked it Bending the whip, pull up sprayin' and blastin' I see you wanna rap diss Sayin' my name is gon' come with a casket [Chorus] Spinnin' with blickys and black flags Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that I had a gun in my backpack Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at? I pay them hitters through Cash App Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback We stuffin' bodies in trash bags I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags [Verse 2] Twirlin', spinnin', swervin', bendin' Lurkin' with it, purgin', drillin' Tinted windows, Glock extendos Hangin' out Suburbans with it I think she want me to slap that Pulled up on it, had the strap in my backpack Shawty a eater like Kat Stacks Back out the blicky, go crazy like Mad Max [Chorus] Spinnin' with blickys and black flags Gun in my 'Miris, been itchin' to clap that I had a gun in my backpack Blicky, the blicky, run down, where that stash at? I pay them hitters through Cash App Shooters like Mitchell, put holes in his snapback We stuffin' bodies in trash bags I bet them hollow tips turn him to hashtags