1700Trxp - Fancy Blicc Lyrics

She want that VV, Prada, Chanel she want the finer things

I told that bitch she ain't gon get a penny off me if she ain't grind

Ain't pop a perc out my top, I'm tryna spin thru, lost my mind, Go smackin and find a Glock, come up on Gens, that this my favorite kind

Don't call me slime, if you hopped in that backseat tryna up that sco,
Droy my slime and I know that for sure, cause he done swang that rope
Let a nigga come out the front door tryna bang pen, I'ma up and take his fro
Let a nigga bitch try to stare at me too long, Walk in the party, I'm taking his hoe,
Walk me down, tap that button, big boy Glock, why the f*ck is you runnin,
I walked through the west so many times with my fye, and niggas still ain't do nothing,
Aye type nigga to walk in the party alone with a 50 round drum
And straight get to dumpin,

The last thing a f*ck nigga heard when I'm running with 50
And butta,

And I can't name a time a nigga done ever tried to take a fye off my hip
I know a nigga got robbed, he try to play cool, like we ain't know about that shit

We got in the bang out, he ain't blow his fye, so we say give me that bitch,
We would shot for you, but you ain't shoot for us, you make me sick,

I'm really cool, but niggas be tryna pull my hand, Swinging the ARP at his feet, make a nigga do jump ropes like Japan,

I'm dumping, I'm dumping, I'm dumping, a micro-drac from the blows, that sound like a fan,
A 30 on me when I walk in the section, a nigga look running, I'm giving him 10,
I know some niggas that say they f*ck with me, them niggas just be capping,

Don't even repost your homeboy music, but you repost your favorite rapper, But I ain't tripping, I can't make a nigga
Do what he wont to do,
But for the ones that did support me, know I got something for you,

Don't hit my phone, you see me making hella feats wit mainstream artists, I know the ones that's by my side, we finna make it out regardless,
And I be trying, try my hardest, we gon' make it out, be patient, they on my lives, tryna bash me, bitch ass niggas just be hating,

If you throw 17 up, just know I'ma spin for you no matter

Bitch nigga in my comments copping, please better go talk to the pastor, My niggas tweakers
I can't guarantee make one wrong move, they gon' blast you, I put my all into these
Lyrics, praying to make my streams go faster,

She want that VV, Prada, Chanel she want the finer things

I told that bitch she ain't gon get a penny off me if she ain't grind

Ain't pop a perc out my top, I'm tryna spin
Thru, lost my mind, Go smackin and find a Glock, come up on Gens, that this my favorite kind

(Like this my favorite f*ckin Gen, come up on nem Glocks and we gon)