sniper gang freestyle

Singer:22gz

blicky the blicky

the blicky

the blicky

the blicky

gang

gang

gang

grrrrrrrrttttt

bop!

bop

bop

bop!

when i get to swerving on 'em

spinning the curb up on 'em

sending suburbans on 'em and we lurking on 'em

ain't no funeral service for 'em

i'm on a mission for 'em

sniper gang got the vision on 'em

never snitching

go to prison for 'em

hundred round drum

thirty clip is on 'em

blood dripping on 'em

pussy nigga went against the gang

you know that's a violation

penalty is death

take his last breath

bullets burning

like i'm frying bacon

niggas dying waiting

never mind the hating

i'm a general

nigga

i'm about to put an end to you niggas

niggas fucked your baby momma

spent up all your money

all you did was tell on them niggas?

you was with this gang banging

you was tryna be like 22

i'm responsible for all you niggas

i'm the realest nigga

tell the truth

and i know i might alarm you

nobody thinks you a don q

thirty round knocking off a limb

maybe leg

head

plus an arm too

i could look into your eyes

know you never been on a mission

some niggas be bitch and never really listen

get put in a ditch and now his momma missing

might put out that hit and now we gotta get him

we caught us a lick and now we gotta wet 'em

this shit ain't no diss

ain't no tory lanez

i pull out that blick and leave no remains

you don't want these blicky niggas parked inside of highbridge

look what i did

got the ladder hanging out the stick

looking like a high bridge

you could die

kid

fuck real ryte

y'all can suck a dick and get killed too

y'all know damn well who got y'all mans hit

even kooda blood would get spilled too

killing niggas then i rap about it

like i'm melly

nigga

ain't no shit that you could tell me

nigga

murder on my mind

is you ready

nigga

i'm a deadly nigga

can't compare my shit to none of these bitch niggas

not jd

not d sav

and especially not that snitch nigga

blicky the blicky

the blicky

the blicky

the blicky

the blicky

soft ass niggas

stop fuckin' calling my name

son

y'all niggas don't put in no work

for real though

y'all don't want us in person

y'all know how that shit get

on god

suck my dick

bitch we roll in threes

two blicky's shooting and one driver

that's how it's suppose to be

pussy

you ain't never kill a body

can't get close to me

we gon' keep on flipping

spinning blocks until they all deceased

invest in a ratchet or a casket

they never be where they suppose to be

i got the heat to control streets

i bet this dick will control your treesh

couple head shots

gon' expose his dreams

you caught a opp and then flew to miami

that nigga lied

all of my opps took a trip to miami

i wonder why

i'm with them snipers and blicky's don't panic

either way niggas die

i just came home

i beat it

don't care to go back

that young nigga wilding

if the nigga real-right

tell the driver bend right

g herbo get herb too

post on my pic then delete it

i'll murk you

but shout out to chiraq

i know where the guys at

spinning with rugers

so you better duck

or they aim where your mind at

grrrrtttttt

boom!