Twirl shit, I got Bills outside wit' me, y'all see what the fuck goin' on What's the word big bro Ghosty Free them twirlers, free them blickys Turn me up on the headphones gang This one's spicy right here this sound-this soundin' like that Skrrt skrrt skrrt Grah, grah grah Gang gang gang Sniper the blicky, the blixky, the blicky Skrr, skrr skrr Soon as my bitch from the other side send me the drop, he gon' die on arrival He tried to dip, let off so many shots out the stick, he got hit in the spinal I'm tryin' to jump in the car and go spinnin', tryna go kill me a rival I see a target, I'm hoppin' out blickin', hittin' him up, ain't no survival Out of luck you get caught in the drive-thru, my little stepper, he only like 5'2" Soon as he drop the pen, we gon' slide through You get spotted with opps, gon' get shot too I can throw one in the head through the jacket, nigga whats stackin' Fuck what he jackin', we left his brains on the window in traffic Niggas be lackin, so many shots to the head they can't open the casket Brodie be snappin', fresh out the can but still tryna let off the ratchet Bro an assassin, camp in his crib, when he walk in the spot gon' wack 'em Since he was chattin', stepper gon' teach him a lesson, that's for all that cappin' Shit'll go left, stepper gon' step If he got heart, open his chest [?] can't catch his breath, [?] the reaper, don't run into death Catch on live, he gon' die on the net How he gon' talk, got shot in the neck Cho's in the field, tryna leave a whole mess He tryna run and get far from the TEC Gang Bro see an opp and gon' spazz out, blackout If he ain't dead then spin back round, crashout If he pop a perc he gon' spazz out, lash out My lil' youngin gonna click it till he pass out Gang gang gang Sniper the blicky, the blixky, the blicky Y'all know who run this Brooklyn drill shit