[Intro]
Free them steppers
Long live the fallen Blixkys
Twirl
Sniper the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky
Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list)
Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist)
Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky till he don't exist
Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)
[Verse 1]
I'm addicted to spinnin', who tryna go sinnin'? Lil' bro don't take pictures 'causе he always drillin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My twirlers'll hit him, I swear thеy 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
Pull up, pluck him, they gotta rush him
Gooey sauce, we left him drippin' and gushin'
He saw the gun, started panicking, ain't no discussion
We left him stiff like a mannequin, shouldn't been bluffin'
Do a hit out the whip then we vanishin', open his muffin
For that shit that he said in the song, my lil' stepper gon' kill him and dump him
Free them steppers
Long live the fallen Blixkys
Twirl
Sniper the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky
Gang, gang, gang
[Chorus]
I came up off the licks, I told my youngin, "Don't hit me till he off the list" (Till he off the list)
Ain't they say that it's lit? How come whenever they see me they never do shit? (Rrah, rrah, when they at his wrist)
Tried to run but he tripped, bro keep on clickin' the blicky till he don't exist
Got a Glock with a stick and I've been itching to put a new opp in the spliff (New opp in a spliff)
[Verse 1]
I'm addicted to spinnin', who tryna go sinnin'? Lil' bro don't take pictures 'causе he always drillin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My twirlers'll hit him, I swear thеy 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
Pull up, pluck him, they gotta rush him
Gooey sauce, we left him drippin' and gushin'
He saw the gun, started panicking, ain't no discussion
We left him stiff like a mannequin, shouldn't been bluffin'
Do a hit out the whip then we vanishin', open his muffin
For that shit that he said in the song, my lil' stepper gon' kill him and dump him
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