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Dissin (feat. Spmb Bills) Lyrics


22gz Dissin (feat. Spmb Bills)

[Intro: 22Gz]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gang, gang, gang
Sniper the Blixky (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: 22Gz]
It's the General Blixky from Flatbush (Blixky from Flatbush)
If you gon' be dissin', then you can't be slippin', that's how you end up in a Backwood (End up in a Backwood)
I'm talking critical, he ain't gon' never get back up (Man down, man down), Rolls backed up
Spin in a rental, shoot for his dome by his temple, he ain't see the black truck (Gang, gang, gang)
It's the General Blixky from Flatbush (Blixky from Flatbush)
If you gon' be dissin', then you can't be slippin', that's how you end up in a Backwood (End up in a Backwood)
I'm talking critical, he ain't gon' never get back up (Man down, man down), Rolls backed up
Spin in a rental, shoot for his dome by his temple, he ain't see the black truck (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 1: 22Gz]
If we catch him slippin' in front of that Kennеdy Chicken, somebody gon' end up a victim (Victim, victim)
I told my stеpper to back in the addy, go get him and spin it, he really a killer (Spin it, spin it)
Won't leave a witness, after he finished, he slipped through the river, got rid of that licker (Got rid of that shit)
If you ain't jump in the cars when them steppers out bendin', I ain't tryna hear what you singin'
Louis the linen (Facts), jewelry blingin', bands
Can't see Folks in the car 'cause it's tinted (Folk)
He said he want smoke, we gon' park where he livin'
All I do with it, they gon' spark it and it's finished (Gang, gang, gang)
We give him the tummy shot, get him to shit up
How he gon' breathe when this shit hit his liver? (How he gon' breathe when this shit hit his liver?)
Walk up, close range, give him the shivers
He caught a bullet for playin' in the middle (Gang, gang, gang, blick)
[Chorus: 22Gz & SPMB Bills]
It's the General Blixky from Flatbush (Blixky from Flatbush)
If you gon' be dissin', then you can't be slippin', that's how you end up in a Backwood (End up in a Backwood)
I'm talking critical, he ain't gon' never get back up (Man down, man down), Rolls backed up
Spin in a rental, shoot for his dome by his temple, he ain't see the black truck (Gang, gang, gang)
It's the General Blixky from Flatbush (Blixky from Flatbush)
If you gon' be dissin', then you can't be slippin', that's how you end up in a Backwood (End up in a Backwood)
I'm talking critical, he ain't gon' never get back up (Man down, man down), Rolls backed up
Spin in a rental, shoot for his dome by his temple, he ain't see the black truck (Gang, gang, gang, uh-huh)

[Verse 2: SPMB Bills]
Yeah, it's the President Blixky from Flatbush (Wait)
And you can get shot if you tryna act up
See these bullets? They harder than Mack truck
So you gotta think smarter and masked up (Slatt)
It's a race to the bread, better catch up (Skrrt)
In the foreigns I'm ridin', I'm gassed up (Real)
Know these niggas is dyin' to pass us (Ha)
It's the Presi' and General Blixky, we roll with a semi
We ain't knowin' anyone, I'm spinnin' that
Don't mix a fetty, body for body, who ready?
I'm solo in lobby, I'm ready
I'm smokin' that Za', got me deady
I got me a coupe with no Freddy (Treesha)
I used to play cars in my celly
Still screamin' "Free that boy Skrelly"
R.I.P. Richie and Melly, this shit can get hot like it's melly (Uh-huh?)
[Chorus: 22Gz]
It's the General Blixky from Flatbush (Blixky from Flatbush)
If you gon' be dissin', then you can't be slippin', that's how you end up in a Backwood (End up in a Backwood)
I'm talking critical, he ain't gon' never get back up (Man down, man down), Rolls backed up
Spin in a rental, shoot for his dome by his temple, he ain't see the black truck (Gang, gang, gang)
It's the General Blixky from Flatbush (Blixky from Flatbush)
If you gon' be dissin', then you can't be slippin', that's how you end up in a Backwood (End up in a Backwood)
I'm talking critical, he ain't gon' never get back up (Man down, man down), Rolls backed up
Spin in a rental, shoot for his dome by his temple, he ain't see the black truck (Gang, gang, gang)


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