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Sniper Gang Freestyle Pt. 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: 22Gz
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: Jeffrey Alexander




22Gz - Sniper Gang Freestyle Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Sniper the blicky, the blicky
The blicky, the blicky (Yozora)
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Bg 4L, SG (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know who started all this in my city, real shit
Gang, gang, gang
Sniper the blicky

Don't run, don't trip (don't run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick' (gang, gang, gang)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (treesh)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (rappin' a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in the Lyft (skrrt, skrrt)

I had to take me a risk (hu-huh)
Niggas be livin' a myth (livin' a myth, haha)
'Til they get hit with a blick (bop, bop, bop)
Headshot, he gon' truly be missed (gang, truly be missed)
I'm in the type to go spin in a lift (spin in the lift, skrrt, skrrt)
You the type to go spin it and miss (spin it and miss)
We gon' flock at his whip 'til it flip ('til it flip)
Hella knockers, they all came with sticks (gang, gang)
Man down, broad day, scream, "YOLO" (YOLO)
He be lurkin', so he don't take photos (he don't take photos)
Use the blicky, that's holes in his Polo (in his Polo)
Up the score, they gon' cash out in Soho (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
On no promo, I'm seein' in slo-mo' (seein' in slo-mo')
First time on the drill, I was solo (skrrt, skrrt, I was solo)
Pull the strap but don't shoot, that's a no-no (that's a no-no)
He ain't breathin' no more, they like, "Oh no" (skrrt, skrrt)
Where he at? We been fishin' for weeks (where they at?)
In the 'Burban, they think it's a Jeep (think it's a Jeep)
Played the opps, in the V when we creep (when we creep)
Made him freeze, he ain't think it was me (he ain't think it was me)
Flash from the blick, last thing that he see (come here)
But we sauced up his guts in the streets (gooey)
They gon' find that boy head by his feet (head by his feet)
Hope the oppers don't think that it's sweet
We left his brains on the dashboard
Have a folk with a choo pull his cap off (choo)
'Member we used to drill it and pass off
Don't get caught out of bounds and get packed off
With the hoolies, we lurkin' on opps with scooters (gang)
With toolies, tryna make us a movie (gang, gang, gang)
My lil' 'ooter gon' hop out the back with the Ruger
We pulled up, they thought it was Uber (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoke a opper like hookah, I look up to Hoover
Don't let all this rapper fool ya (I look up to Hoover)
I was taught to maneuver
Go ask around, they gon' tell you, my screws a lil' looser (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't got enemies, posted by Kennedy's (I ain't got enemies)
Last nigga played got his own documentary (own documentary)
It ain't the same when you only a memory (only a memory)
Find where he buried we spinnin' the cemetery (spinnin' the cemetery)
I done faced murder, ain't scared of no felony (no felony)
Double the pay if you catch a celebrity (a celebrity)
She an opp thot, we gon' aim for the belly ring (that belly ring)
I got some twirlers and savages trailin' me (trailin' me)
Niggas be dissin' and dropping the rakes
'Til they ass in a Marley Don't do Bacardi (Bacardi)
Itchin' to shoot up the party, Brooklyn and Bronx
Drill, I start it (shoot up the party)
They ain't tryna give me them flowers for nothing (flowers for nothing)
I set the trend, that's the reason I'm buzzin' (I set the trend)
Left him gushin', they better come brush him (bap, bap, bap)
Bro, got the aim so I sent him to Russia
Uppin' it, clutchin' it (uppin')
He had his gun left him slump with it (skrrt, skrrt)
I kept on dumpin' (rrah, rrah)
Stand over opps, keep dumpin' it (gang, gang, gang)

Don't run, don't trip (don't run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick' (gang, gang, gang)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (treesh)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (rappin' a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in the Lyft (skrrt, skrrt)
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English

Sniper the blicky, the blicky
The blicky, the blicky (Yozora)
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Bg 4L, SG (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know who started all this in my city, real shit
Gang, gang, gang
Sniper the blicky

Don't run, don't trip (don't run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick' (gang, gang, gang)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (treesh)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (rappin' a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in the Lyft (skrrt, skrrt)

I had to take me a risk (hu-huh)
Niggas be livin' a myth (livin' a myth, haha)
'Til they get hit with a blick (bop, bop, bop)
Headshot, he gon' truly be missed (gang, truly be missed)
I'm in the type to go spin in a lift (spin in the lift, skrrt, skrrt)
You the type to go spin it and miss (spin it and miss)
We gon' flock at his whip 'til it flip ('til it flip)
Hella knockers, they all came with sticks (gang, gang)
Man down, broad day, scream, "YOLO" (YOLO)
He be lurkin', so he don't take photos (he don't take photos)
Use the blicky, that's holes in his Polo (in his Polo)
Up the score, they gon' cash out in Soho (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
On no promo, I'm seein' in slo-mo' (seein' in slo-mo')
First time on the drill, I was solo (skrrt, skrrt, I was solo)
Pull the strap but don't shoot, that's a no-no (that's a no-no)
He ain't breathin' no more, they like, "Oh no" (skrrt, skrrt)
Where he at? We been fishin' for weeks (where they at?)
In the 'Burban, they think it's a Jeep (think it's a Jeep)
Played the opps, in the V when we creep (when we creep)
Made him freeze, he ain't think it was me (he ain't think it was me)
Flash from the blick, last thing that he see (come here)
But we sauced up his guts in the streets (gooey)
They gon' find that boy head by his feet (head by his feet)
Hope the oppers don't think that it's sweet
We left his brains on the dashboard
Have a folk with a choo pull his cap off (choo)
'Member we used to drill it and pass off
Don't get caught out of bounds and get packed off
With the hoolies, we lurkin' on opps with scooters (gang)
With toolies, tryna make us a movie (gang, gang, gang)
My lil' 'ooter gon' hop out the back with the Ruger
We pulled up, they thought it was Uber (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoke a opper like hookah, I look up to Hoover
Don't let all this rapper fool ya (I look up to Hoover)
I was taught to maneuver
Go ask around, they gon' tell you, my screws a lil' looser (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't got enemies, posted by Kennedy's (I ain't got enemies)
Last nigga played got his own documentary (own documentary)
It ain't the same when you only a memory (only a memory)
Find where he buried we spinnin' the cemetery (spinnin' the cemetery)
I done faced murder, ain't scared of no felony (no felony)
Double the pay if you catch a celebrity (a celebrity)
She an opp thot, we gon' aim for the belly ring (that belly ring)
I got some twirlers and savages trailin' me (trailin' me)
Niggas be dissin' and dropping the rakes
'Til they ass in a Marley Don't do Bacardi (Bacardi)
Itchin' to shoot up the party, Brooklyn and Bronx
Drill, I start it (shoot up the party)
They ain't tryna give me them flowers for nothing (flowers for nothing)
I set the trend, that's the reason I'm buzzin' (I set the trend)
Left him gushin', they better come brush him (bap, bap, bap)
Bro, got the aim so I sent him to Russia
Uppin' it, clutchin' it (uppin')
He had his gun left him slump with it (skrrt, skrrt)
I kept on dumpin' (rrah, rrah)
Stand over opps, keep dumpin' it (gang, gang, gang)

Don't run, don't trip (don't run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick' (gang, gang, gang)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (treesh)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (rappin' a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in the Lyft (skrrt, skrrt)
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Writer: Jeffrey Alexander
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