Testo Said It’s Lit - 22gz
Testo della canzone Said It’s Lit (22gz), tratta dall'album The Blixky Tape 2 (Deluxe)
Free them steppers
Long live them fallen blickies
Twirl, sniper the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Gang, gang, gang
I came up off the licks, I told my youngin', "Don't hit me 'til he off the list" (grrt)
Ain't they say that it's lit?
How come whenever they see me, they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Tried to run, but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky 'til he don't exist
Got a Glock wit' a stick, and I've been itchin' to put a new opp in the spliff (new opp in a spliff)
I'm addicted to spinnin', who tryna go sinnin'?
Lil' bro don't take pictures 'cause he always drillin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My twirlers'll hit him, I swear, they some villains
I drop a bag, they gon' kill a whole village
Itch it and up it, I be fiendin' to brush him
I have a cho, turn his brains into a slush (grrt)
Pull up, pluck him, they gotta rush him (rrah)
Gooey sauce, we left him drippin' and gushin' (boom-boom-boom)
He saw the gun, started panickin', ain't no discussion
We left him stiff like a mannequin, shouldn't been bluffin' (like a mannequin)
Do a hit out the whip then we vanishin', open his muffin (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
For that shit that he said in the song, my lil' stepper gon' kill him (rrr)
I came up off the licks, I told my youngin', "Don't hit me 'til he off the list" (grrt)
Ain't they say that it's lit?
How come whenever they see me, they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Tried to run, but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky 'til he don't exist
Got a Glock wit' a stick, and I've been itchin' to put a new opp in the spliff (new opp in a spliff)
Heart skipped a beat when we lower the window, ain't see the gun, he just saw the extendo
Spin on the bikes, hit an opps through the indoor
Kill him, go throw 'em when I give him a signal (gang, gang, gang)
I ain't takin' no threats, he gotta get left, he all out of breath, he ran into death
I'm with the crash out, tryna go blackout
One in the head, if he slipped, he passed out (gang, gang, gang)
Tryna get low, but I already backed out, boy in a pack now
If I get the suspicion, a nigga ain't finished, then we spinnin' back out (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
I got hella precision, my shooters be glitchin', they ready to spaz out (brrt)
Why these niggas tryna mimic the image for gimmicks? I'm ready to lash out (skrrt-skrrt)
I came up off the licks, I told my youngin', "Don't hit me 'til he off the list" (grrt)
Ain't they say that it's lit?
How come whenever they see me, they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Tried to run, but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky 'til he don't exist
Got a Glock wit' a stick, and I've been itchin' to put a new opp in the spliff (new opp in a spliff)
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Mark Alexander, Sondre Mikkelsen Ostvold
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