No Blickout Lyrics – Chuckyy

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[Intro]
Real facts, real facts

[Chorus]
What's up with that? We come through the front and back, when n!ggas say, "It's smoke," we on that
Roll a pack, one piece like two or three souls, I walk down blocks, s*it effortless
G23 on my waistband, choking the trigger, I spot a n!gga with that tough s*it
Get on the side of his whip, throw all in that b!tch, it was two days with a dumb b!tch (Grrah, grrah)
And I'm known for rapping now, before this, I was known 'cause I dump quick
Go on a hit, swap fit, after the hit, swap fit, swap the blick out
I was going on n!ggas' s*it, applying pressure, I ain't never been no blick-out
N!ggas be bapping on bodies, but I ain't gon' say nothing, dude got left with his d!ck out

[Verse]
I don't even fu*k with no n!ggas, I ain't going back, think everybody time done ticked out
Hitting these hoes for five minutes, foot in the air, give 'em good d!ck, they gon' twitch out
19, my main b!tch, 23 in my coupe, finna turn 36 now
I just got a fat-ass check in, I still ain't gon' bust my wrist down
You n!ggas be copy catters, I just want a plain jane
Saturn
Hit a n!gga block so quick, we standing on bodies so good, this s*it like Tetris
What you want, brodie got it, we ain't with the talking, you run up, you get headshotted (Bah, bah)
We leaving s*it on the ground, busted open, his s*it like pasta (Boom, boom)
Running up digits, I'm running up b!tches, I'm running up bodies, this life s*it awesome, yeah
Somebody get him a doctor, Bathh 'nem come through, clean up broad day (Hell nah)
15K on MENACE, I go crazy, 2K spent on hangers
I was just up in the basement, well now I'm in LA, might go to the A later
Uh, skateboard, I just learned how to skateboard, do a kick-flip on the pavement, yeah
Uh, headboard, pretty face all on the headboard, hit it from the back, can't take it (Know that)
I smoke dead opps, can't take it, fu*k n!gga can't even believe I made it
That day I woke up rich, I blacked out, lil' bro, I went crazy
Hit the 'Raq in the BP just 'cause I want to, these n!ggas ain't never on s*it (Nothing)
N!gga, fix your face when you're looking at us, lil' Ron off X and he bust quick
It ain't s*it, soon as we catch us a n!gga, we put him in the back of the trunk and s*it
I pop out with a fully, tying up my hoodie, I'm back inside, back on that dumb s*it (Nah)
N!ggas getting this rap confused, we leave s*it laying, that smell like skunk s*it
And I'm one of a kind, don't nobody rap my rhymes, what I rap, I done it (On top)
Throw a party, gon' feel like a function, six-two hit his s*it, give him concussion (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Uh, I can't buy no b!tch no bag, but you might luck up and come with me to London

[Chorus]
What's up with that? We come through the front and back, when n!ggas say, "It's smoke," we on that
Roll a pack, one piece like two or three souls, I walk down blocks, s*it effortless
G23 on my waistband, choking the trigger, I spot a n!gga with that tough s*it (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Get on the side of his whip, throw all in that b!tch, it was two days with a dumb b!tch (Grrah, grrah)
And I'm known for rapping now, before this, I was known 'cause I dump quick
Go on a hit, swap fit, after the hit, swap fit, swap the blick out
I was going on n!ggas' s*it, applying pressure, I ain't never been no blick-out
N!ggas be bapping on bodies, but I ain't gon' say nothing, dude got left with his d!ck out