Lyrics
Free them steppers
Long live them fallen Blixkys
Twirl
Sniper the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky
Gang, gang, gang
I came up off the licks
I told my youngin, "Don't hit me 'til he off the list" ('til 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 trip
Bro keep on clickin' the blicky 'til 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)
I'm addicted to spinnin', who tryna go sendin'?
Lil' bro don't take pictures 'cause he always drillin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My twirlers'll hit him, I swear they some villains
I drop a bag, they gon' kill a whole village
Itchin' and up it, I be fiendin' to brush him
I have a Cho, turn his brains into 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
I came up off the licks
I told my youngin, "Don't hit me 'til he off the list" ('til 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 trip
Bro keep on clickin' the blicky 'til 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)
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
Killy go throw 'em when I give him a signal
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, then he assed out
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
I got hella precision, my shooters be glitchin', they ready to spaz out
Why these niggas tryna mimic the image for gimmicks? I'm ready to lash out
I came up off the licks
I told my youngin, "Don't hit me 'til he off the list" ('til 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 trip
Bro keep on clickin' the blicky 'til 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)