Black Rain

[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 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 nigga 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