Fuck the opp’s

[Intro: Nas Blixky]
Woo, Boy I beep a damn Blicky
Boy these niggas running Ricky, (AXL)
Free Breezy, Free Skrell Paid, Rich Forever
Racks, Racks, Racks
(Blixky da Blixky da Blixky da Blixky)
Woo, Racks, Racks, Racks

[Chorus: Nas Blixky]
Spin through the nine and we dumping out nine, we gon slide through the foreign side
Blixkys they pop up for any situation, spinning with hollows you gon die
Twirling the Floss if they Wooin’, glizzy hit him, make him drop if he M8V3N
Hop out Suburbans, in seconds we purging two Rugers, XD in the 5th car
Still bending through Linden Plaza, we scorching on Wortman if that nigga Big Opps
Shoot with precision we leaving no witness, location we sliding on Swish Gang
Pussy niggas keep on droppin the rakes we murder these niggas, the spliff stink (What, What?)
We murder these niggas, the spliff stink (x2)

[Verse 1: Nas Blixky]
Ridin on opps nigga, I do this for my niggas down in the ground nigga
When you off him, make sure it’s a Peter Roll
We gon pour up some Henny and beat a roll
No love for an enemy, we gon cook it like chefs plus we got a couple of recipes
Flock out the pole if these niggas ain’t talking right, catch a body we taking flight
CJ he uppin the Rugers, we dustin them niggas, I stay with them shooters
Ke Blixky he down for the action, these niggas ain’t with it, they lie what they rappin’
If we spot him the guns get to clappin, with this .40 gon burn him to ashes
Take his chain VVS livin lavish, let you know that the folks leave emtragic
Shots to his body no bartender, drivin we shoot out of Benz Sprinter
Niggas is food like its lunch nigga, niggas is food like its lunch nigga
Tell my Blixkys “go shoot at the tint too” see and aim the doors with the tints too
Bullets gon fuck up his dental, clap the nigga if you think he his mans too

[Chorus: Nas Blixky]
Spin through the nine and we dumping out nine, we gon slide through the foreign side
Blixkys they pop up for any situation, spinning with hollows you gon die
Twirling the Floss if they Wooin’ glizzy hit him make him drop if he M8V3N
Hop out Suburbans, in seconds we purging two Rugers, XD in the 5th car
Still bending through Linden Plaza, we scorching on Wortman if that nigga Big Opps
Shoot with precision we leaving no witness, location we sliding on Swish Gang
Pussy niggas keep on droppin the rakes we murder these niggas, the spliff stink (x2)

[Verse 2: Envy Caine]
Lurking through Linden, bend Wortman and Sutter Gardens Kings, spin through the nine too
Fuck the 1090, RealRyte, if he Floss, or 100Clocc, nigga I’m die Woo
Anybody who grinding and shining we takin ya breesh and send bitches to line you
Send the addy, locations, we parked in the whip keep playing, my niggas will come find you
Shyste, or Speedy, Lah Milly or Kapo, Fat Boy Mula, or Lil D
Glizzy came with a stick if it’s lit cause foenem be Chooing and Twirling as they should be
Sharing one gun in your videos all y’all 'kirk niggas is living on cereal
Fuck the Crippies, on God like y’all never did nothing, suck dick that’s the end of discussion
TEC got a big clip, lotta opps died can’t fix shit
Spinning punchin it’s a lit six it been quiet for that Swish shit
Dropping rakes but your homie just got hit, jacking GDK you can die quick
In the Trap with the keys like a locksmith, hop out flockin i’m still on that hot shit

[Chorus: Nas Blixky]
Spin through the nine and we dumping out nine, we gon slide through the foreign side
Blixkys they pop up for any situation, spinning with hollows you gon die
Twirling the Floss if they Wooin’ glizzy hit him make him drop if he M8V3N
Hop out Suburbans, in seconds we purging two Rugers, XD in the 5th car
Still bending through Linden Plaza, we scorching on Wortman if that nigga Big Opps
Shoot with precision we leaving no witness, location we sliding on Swish Gang
Pussy niggas keep on droppin the rakes we murder these niggas, the spliff stink (x2)

[Outro: Envy Caine, Skrell Paid (“Collecting” snippet)]
…10 Pints of Hi-Tech, Bottles sold
If he dry snitching then he kind of told
Once you break the code then you gotta go
The phone ringing like a hotline
Better get a gun cause I got mine
Sneak Dissin cuz I got clout
If we’re steady twirling, better watch out
I get so high got my ears popping
That sour so funky, we ziplock in
Two bitches off pills and they lip-lockin
Don't fuck with no haters or dickriders
Collecting my money and then count it
Collecting my money and then count it
Collecting my money and then count it
Collecting my money and then count it
I get so high got my ears popping
That sour so funky, we ziplock in
Two bitches off pills and they lip-lockin
Don't fuck with no haters or dickriders
Collecting my money (Yo free my son Skrell)
And then count it
Collecting my money and then count it
(I live the life of a floxkstar
All of my niggas drop rockstars
Come down my block and get knocked off
I call your treesh she get popped off
Got niggas that’s catching them bodies
And niggas that’s getting them rocks off
The D’s in my hood every night cuz my hittas is reckless
They lettin them shots off
Twirlin and spicin we not soft
Me and Coka Jigga in a drop Porsche
Pull up in that whip and get flocked on…)