Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Blixky Gang Freestyle’ by 22gz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 22gz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Ghosty)
Grrt
Told my shoota don’t hit no legs
Blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Y’all know I keep one up in the head (f*ck)
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 disturbin’ the peace, got me feelin’ like Luda (skoot, skoot)
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 (hahaha)
Got rid of the gun (got rid 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
Treesha’s bye-bye, tryna give orgies
Back out, I ain’t tryna end up on Maury (brrt)
Too dripped out (too dripped out, blicky, the blicky)
Black Range when the gang flip out (gang, gang, gang)
Clips stick out (clips stick out), reload once the shit slip out
Spin ’til 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 ’em straight to his death)
They ain’t takin’ no shots (pussy)
They ain’t scorin’ (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
22 the nigga they rap ’bout (suck my dick)
They ain’t the same when the strap out (gang, gang, gang)
If you ain’t know you should check on my background (pussy, skrrt, skrrt)
If he ain’t dead then spin back ’round
Met a little treesha and she tryna get slapped out
Ended up blowin’ her back out
F*ck on the balcony, I made her tap out (my bad, my bad) (brrt, brrt)
Gang, gang, gang (skrrt, skrrt)
When we spin, duck (pussy)
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 (euro steppin’ like Manu)
With a treesha in Milano, she drivin’ the boat
She downin’ Moscato
Clappin’ like standin’ ovation (pussy)
Brodie gon’ chase him, I don’t do chasin’
Count hella guap, got paper (racks, racks)
Shit it get dangerous, we don’t feel danger
Shooters gon’ flock out the Wrangler (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
Grrt
Suck my dick
Gang, gang, gang