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Lil Durk - Blika Blika (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Dwan Avery
Dwan Avery
Songwriter
Anthony Beechan
Anthony Beechan
Songwriter
Michael O'Brien
Michael O'Brien
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
KidWond3R
KidWond3R
Producer
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Recording Engineer
12Hunna
12Hunna
Producer
Dy Krazy
Dy Krazy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You not like that y'all going off a name y'all had before
Say he came wrong but when I pop out cuts he getting low
I'm out of town but you know what it is I get that load
(Aye Khali Khali bring me one of them Percs broskis, damn bitch I got 3 left) Man what?
[Verse 2]
Why you talking you next? You really a sneaky disser
You be talking like a killer, you don't even keep your pistol
Oh yeah, Lil Durk you a snake, you say you'll kill your ****
He ain't my dog no more, he an opp now, see him get the blika
[Verse 3]
IPhone chopper get the flicking, he a bitch I keep my distance
You outside for no damn reason tryna take some pictures
You tryna take a Perc, I'm tryna take your ****
Why **** playing with Durk? Like I don't stand on business
[Verse 4]
Pill got me in no auto mode, tools like Autozone
He sent the opp and kept on moving like he ain't got opps no more
I heard that lil' shit that you said, that's gon' shot no more
Don't call me tryna explain yourself, ain't tryna talk no more
[Verse 5]
They gonna run in your motherfucking house
This gonna happen every fucking time you run your motherfucking mouth
Why you steady asking for my car like you be sliding?
On the gram like you be lurking knowing damn well you hiding
[Verse 6]
Heard the feds try to sign you to a deal I heard you signed
Stopped my passport out the airport had to go and cop a private
It ain't hard to find me, the trenches made me grimey
Opps made it cool for back door got me slimey
[Verse 7]
Ran out of pills I need some more I be riding
.48 'em up from head to toe, he need dialysis
Heard you went to court and you stood up
Every-time a **** die you get put up
Don't gotta ask me what I am, I throw my hood up
Take who chain from off who neck? ****, good luck
Yea, see (Man what?)
[Verse 8]
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah (Gang)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah (What?)
Blika blika, blik his ass, yeah, yeah
Blika blika, yeah, blik his ass, yeah
Blika blika, shit, blik his ass, yeah (Shit)
Blika blika, shit, I bliked his ass, gang
Written by: Anthony Beechan, Durk Banks, Dwan Avery, Michael O'Brien
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