Paroles de la chanson B.M.W. FREESTYLE par 22Gz

[22Gz]
(??? did it dirty)
Walk up
Drive by
Lurkin' on the opps sides
But I let shots fly

[22Gz]
Why would I beef wit' some fake ass opps from the Bronx (Suck my dick)
Ain't got the Blick on my waist, then he probably get stomped
I know this one opp nigga who died wit' it on him (Goofy)
Man down broad day, boy blood got spilled in the mornin'

They too busy dissin', ain't never performin' (Never performin')
Give it back 'til we dizzy, I bet they can't open the coffin (Can't open the coffin)
My lil' 'ooter spinnin' and spinnin' 'til he in the ??? (Spinnin' and Spinnin')
I'm a savage, I'm vicious, he speaking on bros so we torched him (So we torched him)
Niggas get spliffed, don't run, don't trip (Don't trip)
We spot his car and we flipping his whip
Broke all his bones wit' the Glock wit' a
He think he hard stop his heart wit' the blick
I'm on North Street (North Street)
Get the drop we gon' spin till we nauseous (Spinnin')
What the talking (What the talking nigga)
COVID mask on my face for the walk up (C'mere)

We gon' stalk 'em for the clout that be dropping the rakes
Kidnap a opp, pass the rope and the tape
My lil' stepper, he won't leave a trace
They gon' find that boy head out of state
Niggas ain't active he show them flashers
Soon as my blicky head tapped 'em
Soon as we catch him lacking (Lacking nigga)
Crash him better move tactic (C'mere)
Head tap, he in a stable condition
My stepper complete every mission
Can't tuck the blicky if it ain't extended
I dare him to reach for
My shooters masked up can't get a description
Hop out knock off his head wit' the Smith an'
Said it's on sight, when we see him we blick him
Soon as he made a wrong move he went missing
First 48 they can't tell if he dead

Shots to the chest we ain't hittin' no legs
Jump right back in the whip then we fled
All fun and games soon blood get shed
[Mori Briscoe]
Shooter gon' flock when my eyes start twitching
Checked out when his mouth start dripping
Thirty'd up, so I'm not slipping
Lil folks slide and his time start tickin'
Hit the back of his head with the blick
Don't trip when the .9 start kicking
Semi-auto to full automatic
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
How it sound when I'm switching
Run down, ain't no leg shots
Hit his face to make sure he ain't breathing
Smoke who? That nigga tweaking
Niggas just miserable, no we ain't beefing
Take him out of his misery

Send him up with his guys if he dissing me
Stepping on him ain't showing no sympathy
Slide through where? Niggas gotta be kiddin' me
TP that's a opp nigga lackin'
Brodie'll bug out he fiendin' to whack him
Don't reach it's gon' be a reaction
Lil' Folks fiendin' to 'oot through the jacket
Do a hit then we cuttin' on notion
Up the score I see one of them loafin'
On the floor now he coughin' and chokin'
Now he a pack they cutting him open

[Bam Bino]
I cannot wait till I catch me a O
Up, I'ma throw
Back oout the blick, like
Droppin' the CHOO, get hit like (CHOO)
No we is not with the nonsense

We caught a opp and we beat him unconscious
Everything dead, hit his head, shoot off the peg's
What he said? Hop out with Fred
Like, bro who the fuck is this nigga?
Why do we dance to this nigga?
He ain't WOOK I don't fuck with this nigga
Every opp shot for real
Niggas don't be on they block for real
Switch on the Glock for real
Them niggas keep gettin' dropped for real
I cannot wait ‘til I catch me a what?
Like say that these niggas is butt
I got a CHOO and a Blixk in the cut
It's a WOO party, we blickin' it up
Hop out, sturdy
Opps in the air, it's like seven to thirty
Hop out, sturdy

Drippy Da Demon, these niggas is dirty

[Siggie Sev]
All fun and games 'til I catch me a body
Spin the 9 and we looking for Bobby
Catch a nigga slipping we gon' do him shiesty
Grrah, I got some hitters behind me
Backdoor he was playing in the middle
??? was a rapper, that nigga got packed
Now they gotta free Bizzle
Fresh out, put the stick on the pistol
Oh he caught shot tryna hop out the V
Why would I lack, bitch, I'm deep in the streets?
I keep a knock every time that you see me
I was thirteen tryna catch me a petey
Slide out a car we gon' do him like Leeky
Was all in his phone, that boy ain't see me

Hop out then click, make it look easy
Threw fifty in a 10, did them boys greasy
They ain't slide, niggas lie
I was outside bangin' '09
Try to run, I hit him in his spine
Niggas capping in their rhymes
This shit deeper then rap
I'm just speaking the facts
I spot a opp then it's “glltt da bap”
Spin over here and did what nigga, cap
74 RAM put the gang on the map (CHOO)
Droppin' the WOO, bitch I'm CHOO'n
You ain't gon' shoot why the fuck is you totin'?
He was movin' too sus' niggas nervous
You can't hang around if you don't put no work in
Hop out the van and unload it
That boy he a fan and I know it
If he move wock then my niggas they throwin'

Word to my mother, we leavin' him floatin'
I'm from the CHOO we creep
Free Ro, free Man, free Buy In Keys
Talk tough but I'm keepin' it G
It's a man down when he run into me
Spin through put the beam on the V
Shot to the neck now he talking like Reese
Spin through put the beam on the V
Shot to the neck now he talking like-
???
We at the 10th brodie ain't for his head
??? I hop out instead
You GD what? I ain't hear what you said
.40 gon' rip, it gon' leave him in shreds
Don't be talkin' crazy when you off the meds
But that won't give you a bag
And we on Sutter, and we lurkin' your crew
As soon as y 'all WOO we giving y 'all lead
I'm from the CHOO we get busy
Spin your block shoot anybody that's drippy
Spot any opp, he shot, not picky
After the drill let me see if you empty
We demons we ain't show no pity
Anybody get shot and we done shot plenty
We're sick of your stoley and rentys
With two thirties we giving out sixty
I'm ‘bout to run through Plaza
Let me go shoot some actors
Fuck them cameras, blast ‘em
We not going backwards
Attack 'em
Aiming like ??? and just wrap up
I keep it on me no back up
If you run you get hit from the-
Free CoachDaGhost no Casper
Oh shit this Tuesday, no that's doomsday
Try to run but it's too late
Better make sure you stay lit like Juvy
Come through sliding two ways
Give a fuck what you say team come through they at you 3D, Blu-ray
Every season a movie, they run up like groupies
If the opps get shot that's true say
Hoodstarz forever they thought I was lying
Try to spin but they came back crying
No that talk that your sellin', I ain't buying
Know that disrespect you dying
If you feel press get that iron
Y 'all niggas ain't on my timing
We steppin', stompin', slidin'

[Glizzy Glo]
Like fuck all the opps, still totin' on Stacy
I cannot turn a thot to my lady
Flock at them niggas we might hit a baby
Trey5 on me I'm feeling like KD
Bitch nigga, I ride with killers
Roll a 3.5, but we added some liquor
??? wit' the nigga who pose in the picture
He dropping that shit we had bullets delivered
Like fuck that, I finna hop out and get him
Hollow tips, ??? gon' fuck up his liver
Be wit' them niggas who dissing my 'ooter go get him
We stay takin' all of your members
How you big EBK nigga who did you shoot?
Nigga you is a fool
Back in the day used to jump over gates tryna get to a opp, now we hanging out roofs
Like duck that, I'm trying to up it and boom
Got a thotty totin' on her too
Nigga see Marco, niggas getting loose
Back to ???
Me and KD too deep lookin' for a goon
Oh that's your mans? You could die with him too
If you ask about the last nigga shoulda boomed
Ask about the last nigga who ain't shoot
Like clutching my mask when a nigga shoot (When a nigga shoot)
Like what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Rock him with his boo
Like fuck that I'm finna hate got the roof
Me and KD too deep looking for a opp (Looking for a opp)
Watch his body drop (Watch his body drop)
Totin' on them knocks
Like fuck that, I put the beam on his top, like, ah