Funk Flex #Freestyle165

Twirl shit, I got Bills outside wit' me, y'all see what the fuck going on
What's the word big bro
Ghosty
Free them twirlers, free them blickys
Turn me up on the headphones gang
This one's spicy right here this sound-this sounding like that
Skrrt skrrt skrrt
Grah, grah grah
Gang gang gang
Sniper the blicky, the blixky, the blicky
Skrr, skrr skrr

Soon as my bitch from the other side send me the drop, he gon' die on arrival
He tried to dip, let off so many shots out the stick, he got hit in the spinal
I'm trying to jump in the car and go spinning, tryna go kill me a rival
I see a target, I'm hopping out blicking, hitting him up, ain't no survival
Out of luck you get caught in the drive-thru, my little stepper, he only like 5'2"
Soon as he drop the pen, we gon' slide through
You get spotted with opps, gon' get shot too
I can throw one in the head through the jacket, nigga whats stacking
Fuck what he jacking, we left his brains on the window in traffic
Niggas be lackin, so many shots to the head they can't open the casket
Brodie be snapping, fresh out the can but still tryna let off the ratchet
Bro an assassin, camp in his crib, when he walk in the spot gon' wack 'em
Since he was chatting, stepper gon' teach him a lesson, that's for all that capping
Shit'll go left, stepper gon' step
If he got heart, open his chest
[?] can't catch his breath, [?] the reaper, don't run into death
Catch on live, he gon' die on the net
How he gon' talk, got shot in the neck
Cho's in the field, tryna leave a whole mess
He tryna run and get far from the TEC
Gang
Bro see an opp and gon' spazz out, blackout
If he ain't dead then spin back round, crashout
If he pop a perc he gon' spazz out, lash out
My lil' youngin gonna click it till he pass out
Gang gang gang

Sniper the blicky, the blixky, the blicky
Y'all know who run this Brooklyn drill shit