[Intro: 22Gz and Funk Flex]
22Gz, the general blicky, and I came here to spit with Funk Flex for Hot97
You know what it is. Funk Flex. Lil digital DJ, Ciroc boy. 22Gz is here
Blicky, the blicky we here
What's going on my brother?
What's good foo?
What part of town you from, for the people that don't know?
Flatbush Brooklyn, we here
That's what Brooklyn sound like. So now, this is an extension cause I'm catching up, right. Brooklyn drill?
Definitely, hahaha, the general haha, himself, you know
Oh, Brooklyn drill general, that's how you wanna be addressed?
Twirl
Ok, ok, ok, Juanito what you got bruh?
Axel, axel
Brooklyn, we in Brooklyn
I see how flex playin'
Oh
No run-in' shit though
Big GD shit word
Free Kodak, free them twirlers, word
Uh, shoutout to Flex, shoutout to Hot97, we here
Flatbush, 8th Block, Twirlers, uh

[Verse 1: 22Gz]
Love spinning
All I care about is blood dripping
Never let it slide, [?] until he die, me and mine hold a grudge different
I can see that he ain't man enough
And we can tell that he ain't gang enough
Throwing bullets like the Patriots
But what I'm airing let him hang it up
Slide up on 'em with a long blick
Like John Wick made his car flip
Who the leader of this drill shit?
Really slide through, Vietnam shit
Gang, gang, gang
Yeah I dripping Versace
These Treeshas, they all on my body
Bet he gon' run for his life when he see what I stuff in a shotty
Big facts
Know they wonder how I did that
They gon' be asking 'em "Who shot ya?"
I got 'em feeling like Big's back
Ay, big straps
Hurt my shoulder with the kick back
Say my name and it's gon' be a war
Pull up, a hole's in his six pack
[Verse 1 Outro: 22Gz]
Gang, gang, gang
Twirl, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Y'all know who run this shit
Flatbush
Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Interlude: 22Gz and Funk Flex]
I think we need another beat though
Oh, you want me to switch up?
Switch this shit, haha
It's about time to get another beat on
Hold up
Oh shit
Woo
Yeah, this sounding more like it, it's that
Hold up, spin it back, spin it back, spin it back
It's that 22Gz shit right there, I hear my self on that shit
Funk Flex, 22Gz, Brooklyn
We here, I'm NYC, H block, waddup?
Brooklyn drill
That bitch filled
That's what I need to understand, Brooklyn drill
Haha, Brooklyn drill
Ok
[?]
That's what Brooklyn sound like, that's what New York City sound like. Let's go
Waddup bruh
Uh, fire
Gang, gang, gang
[Verse 2: 22Gz]
Move bitch
I'm disturbing the peace got me feeling like Luda
New drip
I'm rocking Amiris this shit ain't no Buddha
Get hit in the stomach
All of his guts and intestines he threw up
Got rid of the gun
I had to re-up on a new one
Henny no Georgies
Spin through the flossy
I'm at the Barclay's and I got
Treeshas, bye bye
Tryna give orgys
Backout I ain't Tryna end up on Morey
Too dripped out
Black rain when the gang flip out
Clips stick out
Reload once this shit slip out
The blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Uh, 22 the n***a they rap 'bout
They ain't the same when his strap out
If you ain't know you should check on my background
If you ain't dead they spin back round
Met a lil Treesha she's tryna get slapped out
Ended up blowing her back out
Fuck her on the balcony, I made her tap out
Gang, gang
When we pinned up
Keep that blick tucked
If he trip up
He won't get up
Rest in piss to that boy that got hit with a hollow now he in gelato
And still free the twirlers, I'm screaming free Kodak, I'm screaming free Rollo
Feel like Tony Montana want you to get left your a steppa like Mono
With a Treesha, Milano
She driving a boat
She down to mescado
Clapping like standing ovation
Bro you gon' chase him
I don't do chaser
Count hella gwop got paper
We inflict danger
[Verse 2 Outro: 22Gz]
Gang, gang
Flock out a wrangler
Twirl, twirl, twirl, twirl
Fire
Gang, gang, gang
I know who run this shit

[Outro: 22Gz and Funk Flex]
You know what it is Funk Flex 22Gz, Brooklyn, Brooklyn drill, hmm
Hahahaha
You see us, we here
Twirl
Woo