SpotEmGottem – Blick-A-Thon

SpotEmGottem – Blick-A-Thon Lyrics

Artist: SpotEmGottem
Song: Blick-A-Thon

(n#gg#, that’s you?)
Ha-ha
(Pipe it up, b#tch)
n#gg#, 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)
n#gg#s 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 f#ck, I’m off a ton
I’ll show you how to step, n#gg#
They say woadie out his top, he got something up under his belt, n#gg#
“Jackboy, is they f#ckin’ with you?” He-he-hell, f#ck nah

These n#gg#s ain’t been f#ckin’ with me since the crackers took the cuffs off
These b#tches been really out to get me, she wan’ suck it ’til I’m on soft
Came in the game with no flaws
Was ten toes, lil’ n#gg# stood tall

I’m always riding with a gun, b#tch, 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, b#tch, you silly
Di-di-diamonds biting, Mike Tyson
Glock on me, no time for fighting

Guap on me and a n#gg# still spinning
They hate on me, but a n#gg# still winning
Catch a n#gg# 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 f#cks, we killing children
f#ck the law, we out here purging

Drop a n#gg#, 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
n#gg#, 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)
n#gg#s 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 f#ck, I’m off a ton

I already know that she a freaky lil’ b#tch
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 sh#t

I be fly as hell without no stylist (Stylist)
Girl, give me that neckie, girl, give me that sh#t
I’m feeling all on her ass, I’m just gripping that sh#t (Aight)
Get out my body, I be booted up in this b#tch

n#gg#, 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)
n#gg#s 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 f#ck, I’m off a ton
I’ll show you how to step, n#gg#
They say woadie out his top, he got something up under his belt, n#gg#
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From the album:
Final Destination [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020