Blick-A-Thon

[Intro: SpotEmGottem]
(D3, that's you?)
Ha-ha
(Ike Beat A, bitch)

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Nigga, uh, I call this the blick-a-thon
You know me, I will not leave the house without my gun
I know y'all lesbians, bring your best friend and let me join (Ha)
Niggas get stepped on just for acting dumb
This a FN, mini Draco, this ain't no Tommy gun
All these dead opps in my lungs, I'm high as fuck, I'm off a ton

[Post-Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
I'll show you how to step, nigga
They say woadie out his top, he got something up under his belt, nigga

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
"Jackboy, is they fuckin' with you?" He-he-hell, fuck nah
These niggas ain't been fuckin' with me since the crackers took the cuffs off
These bitches been really out to get mе, she wan' suck it 'til I'm on soft
Came in the gamе with no flaws
Was ten toes, lil' nigga stood tall
I'm always riding with a gun, bitch, I'm taught to keep it with me
Ain't no rules when it's beef, shoot your mama in her titty
I be moving smooth with the Glizzy
Been fire, I get litty
You gon' die, you come to my city
Side with a opp, bitch, you silly
Di-di-diamonds biting, Mike Tyson
Glock on me, no time for fighting
Guap on me and a nigga still spinning
They hate on me, but a nigga still winning
Catch a nigga slipping like I'm on his tennis
Hope I don't catch a case when I go handle business
When I go handle business, I don't leave no witness
Hit the whole house, I don't got no feelings
Give no fucks, we killing children
Fuck the law, we out here purging
Drop a nigga, then go back to splurging
Hop in the Lamb', 'bout to park the Suburban
Hop in the Lamb', now I'm back to swerving
Can't do what I do when his pockets hurting
Stop competing, go back to working
I'm back to the block, my phone back chirping

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Nigga, uh, I call this the blick-a-thon
You know me, I will not leave the house without my gun
I know y'all lesbians, bring your best friend and let me join (Ha-ha-ha)
Niggas get stepped on just for acting dumb
This a FN, mini Draco, this ain't no Tommy gun (Gang)
All these dead opps in my lungs, I'm high as fuck, I'm off a ton

[Verse 2: SpotEmGottem]
I already know that she a freaky lil' bitch
Only thing she good for is takin' dick
Uh, Cuban links match my neck and my wrist
With a fully, I hopped out and did my shit
I be fly as hell without no stylist (Stylist)
Girl, give me that neckie, girl, give me that shit
I'm feeling all on her ass, I'm just gripping that shit (Aight)
Get out my body, I be booted up in this bitch

[Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
Nigga, uh, I call this the blick-a-thon
You know me, I will not leave the house without my gun
I know y'all lesbians, bring your best friend and let me join (Ha)
Niggas get stepped on just for acting dumb
This a FN, mini Draco, this ain't no Tommy gun
All these dead opps in my lungs, I'm high as fuck, I'm off a ton

[Post-Chorus: SpotEmGottem]
I'll show you how to step, nigga
They say woadie out his top, he got something up under his belt, nigga