Blixky Gang Freestyle (Explicit)

Ghosty ghosty ghosty ghosty

Grtttttttttt

Told my shoota don't hit no legs

Blicky the blicky the blicky the blicky the blicky

See I know I

F**kkk

Keep one up in the head

Twirlll

Do a hit then we fled

Skrt skrt skrt skrt

Blicky the blicky the blicky the blicky

Gang gang gang gang gang

Move b***h I'm disturbing the peace got me feeling like Luda

Skoot skoot

New drip

Drip drip

I'm rocking Amiris this s**t ain't no Buddha

Get hit in the stomach

P***y

All of his guts and intestines he threw up

Hahaha

Got rid of the gun

Got rid of that s**t

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

Treesha's bye-bye trynna give orgies

Back out I ain't trynna end up on Maury

Brt

Too dripped out

Too dripped out

Black wrange when the gang

Gang gang gang

Flip out

Clips stick out reload once the s**t slip out

Spin 'till we nauseous bending it often

Cup over coasters we made 'em forfeit

Pull up no warnings hop out and scorch 'em

Better be cautious baited 'em up

Walked 'em straight to a coffin

Walked 'em straight to a coffin

They ain't taking no shots

P***y

They

Bap bap bap bap bap

Ain't scoring

22 the n***a they rap 'bout

Suck my d**k

They ain't the same when the strap out

Gang gang gang

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

If he ain't dead then spin back 'round

Met a little treesha and she trynna get slapped out

Ended up blowing her back out

F**k on the balcony I made her tap out

Matta matta

Brt brt

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

Gang gang

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

P***y

Brodie gon' chase him I don't do chasin'

Count hella guap got paper

Racks racks

S**t it get dangerous we don't feel danger

Bap bap bap bap bap bap bap bap

Shooters gon' flock out the wrangler

Grtttttt

Suck my d**k

Gang gang gang