Twirling - Intellectual

[Intro: Pnv Jay]

Gang shit, gang shit, gang shit, whole lotta gang shit

You know how we coming, man

That's Jay Blixky

It's another one dickheads

Free 22

Free Maine, man

RIP Rellz man

Bang

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

All that gang shit, man

You know how we comin' man

Free Maine

Free 22, man

Free all my guys, man