Blixky Gang Freestyle Pt. 2 Songtext
von 22Gz
Blixky Gang Freestyle Pt. 2 Songtext
Smokin′ on Gushers, shit got me coughin'
Playin′ with me, you end up in a coffin (gang, gang, gang)
Shooter defensive (twirl, twirl), always on offense
Pop an opp on camera then leak the recordin' (get it leaked, get it leaked)
Totin' the stick, make it rain, have it pourin′ (baow, baow)
Rock him to sleep, slump, snorin′ (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Travel the opp block, we be explorin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
All the extortion, I′ma enforce it
They know that Blicky the gang, you cannot hang if you ain't got stains (Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky)
I put in work for my name, since I let off for Blicky (gang, gang)
I ain′t been the same (gang, gang)
She wanna fuck with the shiggy (shiggy, the shiggy)
I made her twirl on my dick 'til she dizzy (twirl)
I told her, "Jink in the city, I′m in the telly, slide through for a quickie" (treesh, treesh)
Gang shit (gang shit), she know the gang lit (gang)
942, born in the zoo (treesh, treesh), she all on gang dick (gang, gang, gang)
Ain't got no love for a treesh
Hit it and quit it, this shit for the streets (mopped off, mopped off)
She know we touchin' the breesh
Droppin′ your sack ′cause you fuck with the Gs (bands, bands, pussy)
Spinnin' in 3Vs, drivers the shooters, I call it a three-piece (three-piece)
Ran out his Yeezys (skrrt, skrrt) Glock wit′ a stick, and it came wit' a pee-pee (ha-ha-ha)
Ain′t you say you gon' slide? (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
I hit up the guys and now he a pity (grrt)
I got snipers in Broward, call up my Haitians, shout out my ZZ′s
Hit you for doin' a hit (baow, baow, baow), gun with the coolin' kit (baow, baow)
Ain′t gotta call up the guys (grrt), I could go do the hit (gang)
Mask on, strap drawn, they don′t know who the shooter is
(They don't know who the shooter is, boom, boom, boom)
We done hit numerous (sniped wit′ a blicky)
Spin through, maneuver it (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrrt)
Smokin' on Gushers, shit got me coughin′ (gang, gang)
You playin' with me, you end up in a coffin (gang, gang)
Shooter defensive (twirl, twirl), always on offense
Pop an opp on camera then leak the recordin′ (get it leaked, get it leaked)
Totin' the stick, make it rain, have it pourin' (baow, baow)
Rock him to sleep, slump, snorin′ (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Travel the opp block, we be explorin′ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
All the extortion, I'ma enforce it
Grrt, long live Nick Blixky
Gang, Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky
Twirl, twirl
Playin′ with me, you end up in a coffin (gang, gang, gang)
Shooter defensive (twirl, twirl), always on offense
Pop an opp on camera then leak the recordin' (get it leaked, get it leaked)
Totin' the stick, make it rain, have it pourin′ (baow, baow)
Rock him to sleep, slump, snorin′ (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Travel the opp block, we be explorin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
All the extortion, I′ma enforce it
They know that Blicky the gang, you cannot hang if you ain't got stains (Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky)
I put in work for my name, since I let off for Blicky (gang, gang)
I ain′t been the same (gang, gang)
She wanna fuck with the shiggy (shiggy, the shiggy)
I made her twirl on my dick 'til she dizzy (twirl)
I told her, "Jink in the city, I′m in the telly, slide through for a quickie" (treesh, treesh)
Gang shit (gang shit), she know the gang lit (gang)
942, born in the zoo (treesh, treesh), she all on gang dick (gang, gang, gang)
Ain't got no love for a treesh
Hit it and quit it, this shit for the streets (mopped off, mopped off)
She know we touchin' the breesh
Droppin′ your sack ′cause you fuck with the Gs (bands, bands, pussy)
Spinnin' in 3Vs, drivers the shooters, I call it a three-piece (three-piece)
Ran out his Yeezys (skrrt, skrrt) Glock wit′ a stick, and it came wit' a pee-pee (ha-ha-ha)
Ain′t you say you gon' slide? (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
I hit up the guys and now he a pity (grrt)
I got snipers in Broward, call up my Haitians, shout out my ZZ′s
Hit you for doin' a hit (baow, baow, baow), gun with the coolin' kit (baow, baow)
Ain′t gotta call up the guys (grrt), I could go do the hit (gang)
Mask on, strap drawn, they don′t know who the shooter is
(They don't know who the shooter is, boom, boom, boom)
We done hit numerous (sniped wit′ a blicky)
Spin through, maneuver it (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrrt)
Smokin' on Gushers, shit got me coughin′ (gang, gang)
You playin' with me, you end up in a coffin (gang, gang)
Shooter defensive (twirl, twirl), always on offense
Pop an opp on camera then leak the recordin′ (get it leaked, get it leaked)
Totin' the stick, make it rain, have it pourin' (baow, baow)
Rock him to sleep, slump, snorin′ (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Travel the opp block, we be explorin′ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
All the extortion, I'ma enforce it
Grrt, long live Nick Blixky
Gang, Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky
Twirl, twirl
Writer(s): Yanick St. Juste, John Kevohn, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
