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Omah Lay

Said It's Lit

 

Said It's Lit


Free them steppers
Long live the fallen Blickys
Twirl
Sniper the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky
Gang, gang, gang

I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list)
Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist)
Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clicking the blicky till he don't exist
Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)

I'm addicted to spinning, who tryna go sendin'? Lil' bro don't take pictures 'cause he always drilling (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My twirlers'll hit him, I swear they some villains
I drop a bag, they gon' kill a whole village
Itch it and up it, I be fiending to brush him
I have a Cho, turn his brains into a slush
Pull up, pluck him, they gotta rush him
Gooey sauce, we left him dripping and gushing
He saw the gun, started panicking, ain't no discussion
We left him stiff like a mannequin, shouldn't been bluffing
Do a hit out the whip then we vanishing, open his muffin
For that shit that he said in the song, my lil' stepper gon' kill him and dump him

I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list)
Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist)
Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clicking the blicky till he don't exist
Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)

Opps skipped a beat when we lower the window, ain't see the gun, he just saw the extendo
Spin on the bikes, hit an opps through the indoor
Kill him, go throw 'em when I give him a signal
I ain't taking no threats, he gotta get lacked
Little out of breath, he ran into death
I'm with the crash out, tryna go blackout
One in the head, if he slipped, then he passed out
Tryna get low, but I already backed out, boy in a pack now
If I get the suspicion, a nigga ain't getting finished, then we spinning back out
I got hella precision, my shooters be glitching, they ready to spaz out
Why these niggas tryna mimic the image for gimmicks? I'm ready to lash out

I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list)
Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist)
Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clicking the blicky till he don't exist
Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)

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