Sniper Gang Freestyle

Blicky the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky, the Blicky

Gang, Gang, Gang

Grrt, bop

Bop, bop, bop

When I get to swerving on 'em (Skrrt, skrrt)

Spinning the curb up on 'em (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Sending Suburbans on 'em and we lurking on 'em

Ain't no funeral service for 'em (Boom, boom, boom)

I'm on a mission for 'em

Sniper Gang got the vision on 'em (Sniper the Blicky, the Blicky)

Never snitching, go to prison for 'em (Nah)

Hundred round drum, thirty clip is on 'em

Blood dripping on 'em (Blah, blah, blah)

Pussy **** went against the gang

You know that's a violation (Gang, Gang, Gang)

Penalty is death, take his last breath

Bullets burning, like I'm frying bacon, **** dying waiting (Bop, bop, bop)

Never mind the hating, I'm a General, **** (Blicky the Blicky)

I'm about to put an end to you **** (Blah, blah, blah)

**** fucked your baby momma, spent up all your money

All you did was tell on them ****? (Bands, bands, bands, bands)

You was with this gang banging (What?)

You was tryna be like 22 (Right)

I'm responsible for all you **** (Blicky the Blicky)

I'm the realest ****, tell the truth (Bop, bop, bop)

And I know I might alarm you, nobody thinks you a Don, Q

Thirty round knocking off a limb (Grrt)

Maybe leg, head, plus an arm too (Blah, blah, blah)

I could look into your eyes, know you never been on a mission (Woo, woo, woo)

Some **** be bitchin', never really listen

Get put in a ditch and now his momma missing (Grrt, bop, bop, bop)

Might put out that hit and now we gotta get him

We caught us a lick and now we gotta wet 'em (Blicky the Blicky, the Blicky)

This shit ain't no diss, ain't no Tory Lanez

I pull out that blick and leave no remains (Blah, blah, blah)

You don't want these Blicky **** parked inside of Highbridge (Blicky the Blicky, the what?)

Look what I did, got the ladder hanging out the stick

Looking like a high bridge, you could die, kid (Come here, where you going'? Stop runnin')

Fuck Real Ryte, y'all can suck a dick and get killed too (Bop, bop, bop)

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

Even Kooda blood would get spilled too (Pussy, spilling' blood, **** I know what it is)

Killing **** then I rap about it, like I'm Melly, **** (Right)

Ain't no shit that you could tell me, **** (Right)

Murder on my mind, is you ready, ****, I'm a deadly **** (Bop, bop, bop)

Can't compare my shit to none of these bitch **** (Nah)

Not JD, not D Sav, and especially not that snitch ****