Twirling

[Intro: Pnv Jay]
Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit, whole lotta gang shit
You know how we coming, man
That's Jay Blixky
[I'm not going to jail?]
It's another one dickheads
Free 22
Free Maine, man
RIP Rellz man
Bang
Bang

[Hook]
Spin his block in a burban, call up treesh, now she slurpin'
BNB so fuck a telly, we'll leave em in a deli
Blixky Gang we causin havoc, run up on me and I blast' it
Dotta invest in a ratchet, you can get put in a casket
Run up on me, let you have it, I ain't talkin', I ain't askin'
Spin' blocks in them Rangers, then hop out, we shootin', no aim now
Nigga do it for the fame out now you can get put on a chain now
Whipped the foreign like some white now, shooters they hop out, no sight now
.40 on me I don't fight now, you can get hit with your wife now
You can get put in a box now, run up on me, you get shot now
Me and sha we got the Glocks now, spin his block with the chop now
Niggas talkin' out the diss now, til run up in your crib now
Kickin', I'm drippin', I'm flexed out, I'ma just run through check now
Hop out with .40s and TECs now, Blicky Gang, we make a mess now
I don't care what it cost now, me and Banga takin' off now
Yeah, I'm just tryna get rich now, you can get hit with your bitch now
Hop out with fortys and ARs, you can get shot like I'm JR
Run up on me you get clipped too, shooters, they hop out to whip too
I just be bendin' these blocks, catch me a opp, and I'm sendin' these shots
Let a nigga try to act up
Face shots if his back up
Alotta niggas gettin' packed up
We spin his block and up like Trump
Jump out the four door, with like four hoes, with .38's and .44's
And we shoot at imposters, you's a lobster
Turn ya brains into pasta
And we shoot at imposters, he's a lobster
Turn ya brains into pasta
Gang

[Outro]
All that gang shit, man
You know how we comin' man
Free Maine
Free 22, man
Free all my guys, man