Blaka Blaka Blaka

[Intro: Christ Dillinger]
Ayy, ayy
Ahuh
Is this recording?
Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh
Ay you already know what the fuck goin' on
Christ Dillinger in this bitch
Huh, Huh, Huh (skrt)

[Verse 1: Christ Dillinger]
And you already know (You know)
That we got the choppas (The choppas)
And you already know (You know)
We hit yo' blocka, blocka, blocka
And you already know (You know)
That we move that dope (That dope)
And you already know (You know)
Yo' bitch in my crib doin' dope (What)
And you already know (They know)
That we light it up (It up)
And you already know (They know)
Christ Dillinger don't give no fucks (Give a fuck)
And you already know (They know)
That I take yo' wifey
And you already know (What?)
That y'all niggas don't like me (What?)
(Bitch I load that glocka)
Ayy, ayy (What?)
Bitch I hit yo' blocka
With the fuckin chocka
Let a fucka (?)
Ayy, ayy
Blaka, blaka, blaka
Big ass fuckin' choppa (What?)
Go blaka, blaka, blaka
Blaka, blaka, blaka
Blaka, blaka, blaka
Blaka, blaka, blaka
Blaka, blaka, blaka

[Bridge: Christ Dillinger & Lil Darkie]
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Send that nigga to the moon)
Boom, boom, boom
R-Raggy? Where's Lil Darkie?
Uh, he's over there Scoob

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Scooby Dooby Doo
Nigga who're you?
I'm a Looney Toon who dues be do be ruby
Tip these through the moon
Sue me bitch, a movie quick
I'm shootin, zoomin and he truly doomed
Bring your puny goons
I'm a villain
Bowl ain't fillin', never fillin'
Break the ceilin', steal a million
Fade on ceilin, damage dealin'
Liquid spillin when I'm killin'
I be smilin', never chillin' I be wilin'
You be yellin', I be silent
Disrespect, it can get violent
Grip a tech I hit his spine in
Then his neck bah-low his mind in
I don't got a 40, uh
Bitch you got a fitty, it's a pity that it's sittin' you down
I written it down, it's clickin' like a bit when it pound
And shittin' the rounds, and hittin' like the top of an ounce
So hop out outta bounds, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt
Don't try to follow, we fly like a swallow
You built like you hollow, I'm built like Apollo
I'm built like Poseidon, she wet so I slide in
And I'm better when high and I bet that I'll cry if I take some more mushrooms
Nigga I'll crush you, won't even touch you
I'll just get larger n' larger
I'm bustin' down harbor inside of a Charger
Put charges on barges inside of the harbor and mark your departure
Yuh, I'm a cartoon lil nigga
I'm built like a marker but darker
I move like a shark or a spider
My lighters are brighter
I roll my shit tighter
Won't hire no writer
Cus I'm the provider of lyrics
They hear it in spirit and eardrum
Bitch you appear dumb
Totin' that weird gun
Rappin' ain't airsoft
Cappin', you bear soft
Let's have a stare-off
Maybe a thumb war, it'll be fun more
That's what you come for- right?
Tryin' to play games
Nigga you way lame
Not tryna say names, bitch
I'm who you mad at (?)
Or a fag act jester
The maggot- right?
Ha, huh, bitch, bitch

[Outro: Lil Darkie]
Hah, aw-aw man Scoob-uh, That was a really serious burn
Ruh-right Raggy, ruh, Project's a faggot