Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Save Myself
Young Nudy & Pi’erre Bourne & Baby Drill
Popularity · Low
+
🇬🇧 English · Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Do you got it? Yeah, boy
Yeah, boy, yeah, boy
Yeah, boy, yeah, boy, yeah, boy
Where your blick? (Huh, nigga?)
Where your blick? Where your blick? (Yeah, nigga)
Where your blick? Where your blick?
Where your blick? Where your blick? (Stop playin' with these tools)
Do you got it?
Without my stick, where would I be?
I love my glizzy, man, it saved me plenty times out in these streets
I'm never duckin' when it's heat
You know 'bout Slime, he love that beef
You on the plate, I love to eat
You lookin' for me, I'm in them streets
I'm on the block, I'm on BC
This shit before Christ, pussy nigga, don't you fuckin' play with me
I be worshipin' my gun, I be prayin' to my heat
I don't do this shit for fun like I used to be in them streets
I can count a hundred bands, drop this shit right on your feet (Pussy)
I'm walkin' in the club, five niggas, they surround me (Surround me)
Thirties under they shirt, say some
Shit and you'll be drownin' (In blood)
In your blood like it's mud
And I'm sippin' shit, no sud
Blues on me just like a Smurf
Nigga think I'm Crippin', fool
Boy, I got niggas screamin', "Black
" Screamin', "Suu whoop" (Suu whoop)
I'm in Watts, in LA with the damus (Damus)
Take a jet to NYC, I'm in Soundview (Soundview)
Paradise the murder zone, where they found you (Murder)
I'm ridin' 'round like some hounds and we sniffin' for some blood
I remember I would shoot a Crip, nigga, 'cause I'm Blood
I remember I would rob, man, I got it out the mud
I was around when you had to catch one to bang Blood
Nigga don't know 'bout murder (Murder)
Have you committed a murder? (A murder)
Go to hell, you tell, uh
Free the real niggas in jail (Jail)
I done paid some bails (Bails)
Oh yeah, I would make them niggas cause hell (Cause hell)
Without my stick, where would I be?
I love my glizzy, man, it saved me plenty times out in these streets
I'm never duckin' when it's heat
You know 'bout Slime, he love that beef
You on the plate, I love to eat
You lookin' for me, I'm in them streets
I'm on the block, I'm on BC
This shit before Christ, pussy nigga, don't you fuckin' play with me
I be worshipin' my gun, I be prayin' to my heat
I don't do this shit for fun like I used to be in them streets
I can count a hundred bands, drop this shit right on your feet
Drop this shit right on the table, the love
I got, they'll do it for free (Love I got)
Pull up, two gun bangin' for P
Bitch, ain't shit bigger than a beef
Walked in, thigh pad
Bankroll bustin' out Amiri jeans (Old B's)
Nigga bitch mad 'cause I done put they big dog on a tee (Ooh-wee)
I'm on the soils on an ATV (Soil)
All this ice on my neck, thought I pulled up ski
Built this switch on the back of the G-Lock
Spray shit down like I'm sprayin' on Creed
Ten millimeter put a hole in a nigga head (Ten mil')
Turn brain cells to mac and cheese
For them niggas that thinkin' they out of my reach
I can get a nigga touched overseas (Can get 'em touched)
Just send out the memo
Can't catch a man, still we catchin' his kinfolk
At the Dunkin' with that .9, brrt
That thing jump, name Rondo
I love sex, money, and murder, nigga (Murder)
Think I'm from New York the way I work
That blick, how I get sturdy with it
I'm a convicted felon with dirty pistols
From MLK to Gresham Road (MLK)
Monty Hunter to Flat Shoals (Monty Hunter)
I done sent more blicks than John Madden
And threw more bullets than Pat Mahomes
WW, I smack shit
Talkin' 'bout Big Show
Big blick up on my waist (On E)
Try to drill, watch how I blow
Without my stick, where would I be?
I love my glizzy, man, it saved me plenty times out in these streets
I'm never duckin' when it's heat
You know 'bout Slime, he love that beef
You on the plate, I love to eat
You lookin' for me, I'm in them streets
I'm on the block, I'm on BC
This shit before Christ, pussy nigga, don't you fuckin' play with me
I be worshipin' my gun, I be prayin' to my heat
I don't do this shit for fun like I used to be in them streets
I can count a hundred bands, drop this shit right on your feet (Pussy)
Uh (Uh), uh (Fuck 'em)
I'm so motherfuckin' Zone 6, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, yeah
I'm so motherfuckin' Zone 6, bitch, yeah (Without my stick)
Uh, uh
I'm so motherfuckin' Zone 6, bitch, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, yeah
I'm so motherfuckin' Zone 6, bitch