FNs and Blixkys 22Gz (Ft. Quin NFN)

[Intro: 22Gz]
Sniper blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky da blicky
Smash Bros
Bands, bands‚ bands‚ bands
Racks‚ racks, racks, racks
Gang‚ gang, gang

[Chorus: 22Gz & Quin NFN]
Pass me the ratchet, I'm fiendin' to squeeze it
Got FN's and blickies stuffed right in my sweater
They tryna book me but I need the backend
Up front just to pull up‚ that's word to the set
We left a slug through his kidney, his liver
And if he ain't dead, we gon' unload the rest
Get off your ass and go get you a bag
I be drippin' and flexin', my pockets stay fat
Ride with the gang, we gon' load him and stretch him
Push up on whatever, my young niggas game
Ball do him dirty, I promise he's strapped with a thirty
And he'll get to feeling like Steph
Hop out the coupe, bitch, we ride in the field
Get to blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref
Can't wait on a thing, bitch, it's money to make
Give a fuck if you with it, get right or get left

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
I know I got niggas upset 'cause my chain VVS
But I really came from the 'jects
Took 30K out to go flex
Poured up for the 'plex
Bitch, I'm tryna step on a neck