Blixky Gang Freestyle

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 (Fuck)

Do a hit then we fled

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt

Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Move, bitch, move, bitch

I'm disturbing the peace, got me feeling like Luda

New drip (Drip, drip) I'm rockin' Amiris, this shit ain't no Buddha

Get hit in the stomach (Pussy)

All of his guts and intestines he threw up

Got ride of the gun (Got ride 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

Threesha's bye-bye, tryna give orgies

Back out, I ain't tryna end up on Maury

Too dripped out, black Range when the gang flip out

Clips stick out (Clips stick out) Reload once the shit slip out

Spin till we nauseous, bendin' 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 (Walked him straight to his death)

They ain't takin' no shots (Pussy)

They ain't scorin'

Two-two the **** they rap 'bout (Suck my dick)

They ain't the same when the strap out

If you ain't know you should check on my background

If he ain't dead then spin back round

Met a little Threesha and she tryna get slapped out

Ended up blowin' her back out

Fuck on the balcony, I made her tap out (Gang, gang, gang)

When we spin, duck

Keep tha 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 (Euro steppin' like Manu)

With a Threesha in Milano, she drivin' the boat, she downin' moscato

Clappin' like standing ovation (Pussy)

Brodie gon' chase him, I don't do chaser

Count hell guap, got paper (Racks, racks)

Shit it get dangerous, we don't feel danger

Shooters gon' flock out the wrangler

Suck my dick

Gang, gang, gang