B.M.W. FREESTYLE

Lyrics

[Intro: 22Gz] ([?] did it dirty) Walk up Drive by Lurkin' on the opps sides But I let shots fly [Verse 1: 22Gz] Why would I beef wit' some fake ass opps from the Bronx (Suck my dick) Ain't got the Blick on my waist, then he probably get stomped I know this one opp nigga who died wit' it on him (Goofy) Man down broad day, boy blood got spilled in the mornin' They too busy dissin', ain't never performin' (Never performin') Give it back 'til we dizzy, I bet they can't open the coffin (Can't open the coffin) My lil' 'ooter spinnin' and spinnin' 'til he in the mortuary (Spinnin' and Spinnin') I'm a savage, I'm vicious, he speaking on bros so we torched him (So we torched him) Niggas get spliffed, don't run, don't trip (Don't trip) We spot his car and we flipping his whip Broke all his bones wit' the Glock wit' a He think he hard stop his heart wit' the blick I'm on North Street (North Street) Get the drop we gon' spin till we nauseous (Spinnin') What the talking (What the talking nigga) COVID mask on my face for the walk up (C'mere) We gon' stalk 'em for the clout that be dropping the rakes Kidnap a opp, pass the rope and the tape My lil' stepper, he won't leave a trace They gon' find that boy head out of state Niggas ain't active he show them flashers Soon as my blicky head tapped 'em Soon as we catch him lacking (Lacking nigga) Crash him better move tactic (C'mere) Head tap, he in a stable condition My stepper complete every mission Can't tuck the blicky if it ain't extended I dare him to reach for My shooters masked up can't get a description Hop out knock off his head wit' the Smith an' Said it's on sight, when we see him we blick him Soon as he made a wrong move he went missing First 48 they can't tell if he dead Shots to the chest we ain't hittin' no legs Jump right back in the whip then we fled All fun and games soon blood get shed [Verse 2: Mori Briscoe] Shooter gon' flock when my eyes start twitching Checked out when his mouth start dripping Thirty'd up, so I'm not slipping Lil folks slide and his time start tickin' Hit the back of his head with the blick Don't trip when the .9 start kicking Semi-auto to full automatic (Grrah, grrah, grrah) How it sound when I'm switching Run down, ain't no leg shots Hit his face to make sure he ain't breathing Smoke who? That nigga tweaking Niggas just miserable, no we ain't beefing Take him out of his misery Send him up with his guys if he dissing me Stepping on him ain't showing no sympathy Slide through where? Niggas gotta be kiddin' me TP that's a opp nigga lackin' Brodie'll bug out he fiendin' to whack him Don't reach it's gon' be a reaction Lil' Folks fiendin' to 'oot through the jacket Do a hit then we cuttin' on notion Up the score I see one of them loafin' On the floor now he coughin' and chokin' Now he a pack they cutting him open [Verse 3: Bam Bino] I cannot wait till I catch me a O Up, I'ma throw Back oout the blick, like Droppin' the CHOO, get hit like (CHOO) No we is not with the nonsense We caught a opp and we beat him unconscious Everything dead, hit his head, shoot off the peg's What he said? Hop out with Fred Like, bro who the fuck is this nigga? Why do we dance to this nigga? He ain't WOOK I don't fuck with this nigga Every opp shot for real Niggas don't be on they block for real Switch on the Glock for real Them niggas keep gettin' dropped for real I cannot wait 'til I catch me a what? Like say that these niggas is butt I got a CHOO and a Blixk in the cut It's a WOO party, we blickin' it up Hop out, sturdy Opps in the air, it's like seven to thirty Hop out, sturdy Drippy Da Demon, these niggas is dirty [Verse 4: Siggie Sev] All fun and games 'til I catch me a body Spin the 9 and we looking for Bobby Catch a nigga slipping we gon' do him shiesty Grrah, I got some hitters behind me Backdoor he was playing in the middle [?] was a rapper, that nigga got packed Now they gotta free Bizzle Fresh out, put the stick on the pistol Oh he caught shot tryna hop out the V Why would I lack, bitch, I'm deep in the streets? I keep a knock every time that you see me I was thirteen tryna catch me a petey Slide out a car we gon' do him like Leeky Was all in his phone, that boy ain't see me Hop out then click, make it look easy Threw fifty in a 10, did them boys greasy They ain't slide, niggas lie I was outside bangin' '09 Try to run, I hit him in his spine Niggas capping in their rhymes This shit deeper then rap I'm just speaking the facts I spot a opp then it's "glltt da bap" Spin over here and did what nigga, cap 74 RAM put the gang on the map (CHOO) Droppin' the WOO, bitch I'm CHOO'n You ain't gon' shoot why the fuck is you totin'? He was movin' too sus' niggas nervous You can't hang around if you don't put no work in Hop out the van and unload it That boy he a fan and I know it If he move wock then my niggas they throwin' Word to my mother, we leavin' him floatin' I'm from the CHOO we creep Free Ro, free Man, free Buy In Keys Talk tough but I'm keepin' it G It's a man down when he run into me Spin through put the beam on the V Shot to the neck now he talking like Reese Spin through put the beam on the V Shot to the neck now he talking like- [Verse 5: MelloThaDemon] We at the 10th brodie ain't for his head [?] I hop out instead You GD what? I ain't hear what you said .40 gon' rip, it gon' leave him in shreds Don't be talkin' crazy when you off the meds But that won't give you a bag And we on Sutter, and we lurkin' your crew As soon as y 'all WOO we giving y 'all lead I'm from the CHOO we get busy Spin your block shoot anybody that's drippy Spot any opp, he shot, not picky After the drill let me see if you empty We demons we ain't show no pity Anybody get shot and we done shot plenty We're sick of your stoley and rentys With two thirties we giving out sixty I'm 'bout to run through Plaza Let me go shoot some actors Fuck them cameras, blast 'em We not going backwards Attack 'em Aiming like [?] and just wrap up I keep it on me no back up If you run you get hit from the- Free CoachDaGhost no Casper Oh shit this Tuesday, no that's doomsday Try to run but it's too late Better make sure you stay lit like Juvy Come through sliding two ways Give a fuck what you say team come through they at you 3D, Blu-ray Every season a movie, they run up like groupies If the opps get shot that's true say Hoodstarz forever they thought I was lying Try to spin but they came back crying No that talk that your sellin', I ain't buying Know that disrespect you dying If you feel press get that iron Y 'all niggas ain't on my timing We steppin', stompin', slidin' [Verse 6: Glizzy Glo] Like fuck all the opps, still totin' on Stacy I cannot turn a thot to my lady Flock at them niggas we might hit a baby Trey5 on me I'm feeling like KD Bitch nigga, I ride with killers Roll a 3.5, but we added some liquor [?] wit' the nigga who pose in the picture He dropping that shit we had bullets delivered Like fuck that, I finna hop out and get him Hollow tips, [?] gon' fuck up his liver Be wit' them niggas who dissing my 'ooter go get him We stay takin' all of your members How you big EBK nigga who did you shoot? Nigga you is a fool Back in the day used to jump over gates tryna get to a opp, now we hanging out roofs Like duck that, I'm trying to up it and boom Got a thotty totin' on her too Nigga see Marco, niggas getting loose Back to [?] Me and KD too deep lookin' for a goon Oh that's your mans? You could die with him too If you ask about the last nigga shoulda boomed Ask about the last nigga who ain't shoot Like clutching my mask when a nigga shoot (When a nigga shoot) Like what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Rock him with his boo Like fuck that I'm finna hate got the roof Me and KD too deep looking for a opp (Looking for a opp) Watch his body drop (Watch his body drop) Totin' on them knocks Like fuck that, I put the beam on his top, like, ah