Warning

(Chorus)
Who is that
Had enough of the politickin', now they time is tickin'
Tell these pussy niggas we don't go
If we spot him, we gotta clip him
Ain't no hesitations, run down we gon' up the score
It ain't lookin' pleasant when I'm in his presence, Mama love won't see him no more
If they say it's beef then we pull up on em', we gon' show these lil niggas war
Had enough of the politickin', now they time is tickin'
Tell these pussy niggas we don't go
If we spot him, we gotta clip him
Ain't no hesitations, run down we gon' up the score
It ain't lookin' pleasant when I'm in his presence, Mama love won't see him no more
If they say it's beef then we pull up on em', we gon' show these lil niggas war

(Verse 1)
Mori Blixk, Bitch I'm known to get busy
Steady twirlin' until I get dizzy
If he want the spice, we gon' make it hot
Like the 4th of July, get litty
Free Mar, on the gang we was buggin' out
They don't like how we do it (at all)
These niggas don't live what they rap about, so they think it's just music but I'm with the fuckery
So I'm pullin' up in real life, don't give a fuck about who real right
Got a deuce fifth for a two sixths, but this .30 on me lookin' real nice
For them opp niggas on the other shit, told them strap up a nigga suck a dick
Pull up, flockin' out of two cars
Rod Blixk flocking, with another grip
Fuck the opps, y'all know how I play
Sendin' shots if he GDK
Got a specialty, I call it .38
And them hollow tips don't leave a trace
Smoke his homie, I couldn't see his face
Through the smoke, that's [?] haze
I pull a dolo, you catch a face shot if you droppin' the rakes
Droppin' the rakes then we bendin' you, Kings County come put him in medical
If they sendin' shots, then we send a few
Put the knocks in my hand then I'm endin' you
If I hear my gang in another track, swear to god I'm goin' to jail
But give it two days then I'm comin' back, cause I know brody got my bail
But if I hear another track sayin' Von name, then I'm spinnin' that same night
And I got a green beam, it ain't 2k, gotta make sure my aim right
And it's always Mori this, Mori that, but real life, y'all ain't on shit
And y'all got my address, but don't attack
Let me know, when the fuck y'all gon' spin
'Cause I'ma be waitin', posted outside, with two knocks on my waist
And I got no patience, don't got the time
Let two shots hit his face
Hop out aimin' for headshots, Got a steady when I let it bump
And the last nigga caught a leg shot, 'cause he was lackin' by that park (Stupid)
So enough of that chit chat, I'm waitin' to see when the fuck y'all gon' get back
But I wanna know, how you get shot by a nigga then go make him friends back?
Niggas linkin' up for protection, Blixky gang gotta keep a weapon
Six shots in a revolver, fuck a wesson
But I only need one to teach em' a lesson

(Chorus)
Had enough of the politickin', now they time is tickin'
Tell these pussy niggas we don't go
If we spot him, we gotta clip him
Ain't no hesitations, run down we gon' up the score
It ain't lookin' pleasant when I'm in his presence, Mama love won't see him no more
If they say it's beef then we pull up on em', we gon' show these lil niggas war
Had enough of the politickin', now they time is tickin'
Tell these pussy niggas we don't go
If we spot him, we gotta clip him
Ain't no hesitations, run down we gon' up the score
It ain't lookin' pleasant when I'm in his presence, Mama love won't see him no more
If they say it's beef then we pull up on em', we gon' show these lil niggas war