Blixky Gang Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Ghosty Grrt Told my shooter don't hit no legs Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky See, I know I keep one up in the head (Folk) Do a hit then we fled Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang [Verse] Move bitch (Move bitch), I'm disturbing the peace, got me feeling like Luda (Skrt, skrt) New drip (Drip, drip) I'm rocking Amiris, this shit ain't no Buddha Get hit in the stomach (Pussy), all of his guts and intestines he threw up (Hahaha) Got rid of the gun (Got rid of that shit), I had to re-up on a new one Henny, no Georgies, spin through the flossy I'm at the Barclays, and I got floor-seats (Skrt, skrt, skrt) Treeshas, babas, tryna give orgies Back out, I ain't trynna end up on Maury (Rrah) Too dripped out (Too dripped out), black wrange when the gang flip out Clips stick out (Clips stick out), reload once the shit slip out (Grrt) Spin 'till we nauseous, bending it often Cup over coasters We made 'em forfeit Pull up no warnings, hop out and scorch 'em (Hop out and scorch 'em) Better be cautious, baited 'em up Walked 'em straight to a coffin (Walk 'em straight to his death) They ain't taking no shots (Pussy) They ain't scoring (Bap, bap, bap, bap, bap) 22 the nigga they rap 'bout (Suck my dick) They ain't the same when the strap out (Gang, gang, gang) If you ain't know you should check on my background (Skrt-skrt) If he ain't dead then spin back 'round Met a little treesha and she tryna get slapped out Ended up blowing her back out Fuck on the balcony, I made her tap out (Māthā, māthā) Gang, gang, gang When we spin, duck Keep that blick tucked If he trip up (What?), he won't get up Rest in piss to that boy who got hit with a hollow Now he in gelato (Now he in gelato) It's still free the twirlers, I'm screamin', "free Kodak", I'm screamin', "free Ralo" (Twirl, twirl) Feel like Tony Montano I shoot you get left, Euro steppin' like Manu With a Treesha in Milano, she drivin' the boat She downin' Moscato Clappin' like standing ovation (Pussy) Brodie gon' chase him, I don't do chasin' Count hella guap, got paper (Racks, racks) Shit it get dangerous, we don't feel danger Shooters gon' flock out the wrangler (Bah, bah, bah, bah) [Outro] Grrt Suck my dick Gang, gang, gang