Sniper Gang Freestyle Pt. 2 Songtext
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Sniper Gang Freestyle Pt. 2 Songtext
Sniper the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
(Yozora)
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
BG 4L, SG (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Gang, gang, gang
Sniper the blicky
Don′t run, don't trip (Don′t run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish (Gang, gang, gang)
Glock with a switch on the back of the blick′ (Boom, boom, boom)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (Choo)
She started turnin′ when she took a sip (Treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (Rappin′ a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in ya Lyft (Skrrt, skrrt)
I had to take me a risk (Uh-huh)
Niggas be livin' a myth (Livin′ a myth, haha)
Til they get hit with a blick (Bop, bop, bop)
Headshot, he gon' truly be missed (Gang, truly be missed)
I′m the type to go spin in the Lyft (Spin in the Lyft, skrrt, skrrt)
You the type to go spin it and miss (Spin it and miss)
We gon' flock at his whip 'til it flip (′Til it flip)
Hella knockers, they all came with sticks (Gang, gang)
Man down, broad day, scream, "YOLO" (YOLO)
He be lurkin′, so he don't take photos (Take photos)
Use the blicky, that′s holes in his Polo (Polo)
Up the score, they gon' cash out in Soho (Skrrt, skrrt)
On no promo, I′m seein' in slo-mo′ (Seein' in slo-mo')
First time on the drill, I was solo (Skrrt, skrrt, I was solo)
Pull the strap but don′t shoot, that′s a no-no (That's a no-no)
He ain′t breathin' no more, they like, "Oh no" (Skrrt, skrrt)
Where he at? We been fishin′ for weeks (Where they at?)
In the 'Burban, they think it′s a Jeep (Think it's a Jeep)
Played the opps, in the V when we creep (When we creep)
Made him freeze
So he ain't think it was me (Rra, he ain′t think it was me)
Flash from the blick, last thing that he see (Come here)
Gooey sauce, left his guts in the streets (Gooey)
They gon′ find that boy head by his feet (Head by his feet)
Hope the oppers don't think that it′s sweet
We left his brains on the dashboard
Have a folk with a Cho, pull his cap off (Choo)
Remember we used to drill it and then pass off
Don't get caught out of bounds and get packed off
With the hoolies, we lurkin′ on opps with scooters
With toolies, tryna make us a movie (Gang, gang, gang)
My lil' ′ooter gon' jump out the back with the Ruger
We pulled up, they thought it was Uber (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoke a opper like hookah, I looked up to Hoover
Don't let all this shit rapper fool ya (I looked up to Hoover)
I was taught to maneuver
Go ask around, they gon′ tell you
My screws a lil′ looser (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't got enemies, posted by Kennedy′s
Last nigga played got his own documentary (Own documentary)
It ain't the same when you only a memory (Only a memory)
Find where he buried, we spin the cemetery (Spin in the cemetery)
I done faced murder, ain′t scared of no felony (No felony)
Double the pay if you catch a celebrity (Skrrt, skrrt, celebrity)
She an opp thot
We gon' aim for the belly ring (Aim for that belly ring)
I got some twirlers this savages is trailin′ me (Trailin' me)
Niggas be dissin' and dropping the rakes ′til they ass in the Marley
Don′t do Bacardi (Bacardi)
Itchin' to shoot up the party
Brooklyn and Bronx, drill, I started it (Shoot up the party)
They ain′t tryna give me them flowers for nothing (Flowers for nothing)
I set the trend, that's the reason I′m buzzin' (I set the trend)
Left him gushin′, they better come brush him
Bro got the aim so I sent him the Russian
Uppin' it, clutchin' it (A hundred)
He had his gun, left him slump with it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I kept on dumpin′ it (Rra, rra)
Stand over opps, keep dumpin′ it (Gang, gang, gang)
Don't run, don′t trip (Don't run, don′t trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish (Gang, gang, gang)
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick′ (Boom, boom, boom)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (Choo)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (Treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (Rappin′ a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in ya Lyft (Skrrt, skrrt)
(Yozora)
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
BG 4L, SG (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Gang, gang, gang
Sniper the blicky
Don′t run, don't trip (Don′t run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish (Gang, gang, gang)
Glock with a switch on the back of the blick′ (Boom, boom, boom)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (Choo)
She started turnin′ when she took a sip (Treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (Rappin′ a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in ya Lyft (Skrrt, skrrt)
I had to take me a risk (Uh-huh)
Niggas be livin' a myth (Livin′ a myth, haha)
Til they get hit with a blick (Bop, bop, bop)
Headshot, he gon' truly be missed (Gang, truly be missed)
I′m the type to go spin in the Lyft (Spin in the Lyft, skrrt, skrrt)
You the type to go spin it and miss (Spin it and miss)
We gon' flock at his whip 'til it flip (′Til it flip)
Hella knockers, they all came with sticks (Gang, gang)
Man down, broad day, scream, "YOLO" (YOLO)
He be lurkin′, so he don't take photos (Take photos)
Use the blicky, that′s holes in his Polo (Polo)
Up the score, they gon' cash out in Soho (Skrrt, skrrt)
On no promo, I′m seein' in slo-mo′ (Seein' in slo-mo')
First time on the drill, I was solo (Skrrt, skrrt, I was solo)
Pull the strap but don′t shoot, that′s a no-no (That's a no-no)
He ain′t breathin' no more, they like, "Oh no" (Skrrt, skrrt)
Where he at? We been fishin′ for weeks (Where they at?)
In the 'Burban, they think it′s a Jeep (Think it's a Jeep)
Played the opps, in the V when we creep (When we creep)
Made him freeze
So he ain't think it was me (Rra, he ain′t think it was me)
Flash from the blick, last thing that he see (Come here)
Gooey sauce, left his guts in the streets (Gooey)
They gon′ find that boy head by his feet (Head by his feet)
Hope the oppers don't think that it′s sweet
We left his brains on the dashboard
Have a folk with a Cho, pull his cap off (Choo)
Remember we used to drill it and then pass off
Don't get caught out of bounds and get packed off
With the hoolies, we lurkin′ on opps with scooters
With toolies, tryna make us a movie (Gang, gang, gang)
My lil' ′ooter gon' jump out the back with the Ruger
We pulled up, they thought it was Uber (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoke a opper like hookah, I looked up to Hoover
Don't let all this shit rapper fool ya (I looked up to Hoover)
I was taught to maneuver
Go ask around, they gon′ tell you
My screws a lil′ looser (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't got enemies, posted by Kennedy′s
Last nigga played got his own documentary (Own documentary)
It ain't the same when you only a memory (Only a memory)
Find where he buried, we spin the cemetery (Spin in the cemetery)
I done faced murder, ain′t scared of no felony (No felony)
Double the pay if you catch a celebrity (Skrrt, skrrt, celebrity)
She an opp thot
We gon' aim for the belly ring (Aim for that belly ring)
I got some twirlers this savages is trailin′ me (Trailin' me)
Niggas be dissin' and dropping the rakes ′til they ass in the Marley
Don′t do Bacardi (Bacardi)
Itchin' to shoot up the party
Brooklyn and Bronx, drill, I started it (Shoot up the party)
They ain′t tryna give me them flowers for nothing (Flowers for nothing)
I set the trend, that's the reason I′m buzzin' (I set the trend)
Left him gushin′, they better come brush him
Bro got the aim so I sent him the Russian
Uppin' it, clutchin' it (A hundred)
He had his gun, left him slump with it (Skrrt, skrrt)
I kept on dumpin′ it (Rra, rra)
Stand over opps, keep dumpin′ it (Gang, gang, gang)
Don't run, don′t trip (Don't run, don′t trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (Skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish (Gang, gang, gang)
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick′ (Boom, boom, boom)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (Choo)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (Treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (Rappin′ a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in ya Lyft (Skrrt, skrrt)
Writer(s): Yanick St. Juste, John Kevohn, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com