22Gz began gaining a following back in 2016 after he released the singles “Blixky” and “Suburban”. The latter, which was produced by London based drill/UK grime producer AXL Beats, is regarded as one of the first major Brookyln drill songs to become popular.
He was later signed to Kodak Black’s Florida based label, Sniper Gang, in 2018.
His first major mixtape, The Blixky Tape, was released through Atlantic Records in the summer of 2019.
Sniper Gang Freestyle Pt. 2
22Gz Lyrics
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The blicky, the blicky (Yozora)
Gang, gang, gang
Grrrt (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Bg 4L, SG (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I know who started all this in my city, real shit
Gang, gang, gang
Don't run, don't trip (don't run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick' (gang, gang, gang)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (treesh)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (rappin' a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in the Lyft (skrrt, skrrt)
I had to take me a risk (hu-huh)
Niggas be livin' a myth (livin' a myth, haha)
'Til they get hit with a blick (bop, bop, bop)
Headshot, he gon' truly be missed (gang, truly be missed)
I'm in the type to go spin in a lift (spin in the lift, skrrt, skrrt)
You the type to go spin it and miss (spin it and miss)
We gon' flock at his whip 'til it flip ('til it flip)
Hella knockers, they all came with sticks (gang, gang)
Man down, broad day, scream, "YOLO" (YOLO)
He be lurkin', so he don't take photos (he don't take photos)
Use the blicky, that's holes in his Polo (in his Polo)
Up the score, they gon' cash out in Soho (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
On no promo, I'm seein' in slo-mo' (seein' in slo-mo')
First time on the drill, I was solo (skrrt, skrrt, I was solo)
Pull the strap but don't shoot, that's a no-no (that's a no-no)
He ain't breathin' no more, they like, "Oh no" (skrrt, skrrt)
Where he at? We been fishin' for weeks (where they at?)
In the 'Burban, they think it's a Jeep (think it's a Jeep)
Played the opps, in the V when we creep (when we creep)
Made him freeze, he ain't think it was me (he ain't think it was me)
Flash from the blick, last thing that he see (come here)
But we sauced up his guts in the streets (gooey)
They gon' find that boy head by his feet (head by his feet)
Hope the oppers don't think that it's sweet
We left his brains on the dashboard
Have a folk with a choo pull his cap off (choo)
'Member we used to drill it and pass off
Don't get caught out of bounds and get packed off
With the hoolies, we lurkin' on opps with scooters (gang)
With toolies, tryna make us a movie (gang, gang, gang)
My lil' 'ooter gon' hop out the back with the Ruger
We pulled up, they thought it was Uber (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Smoke a opper like hookah, I look up to Hoover
Don't let all this rapper fool ya (I look up to Hoover)
I was taught to maneuver
Go ask around, they gon' tell you, my screws a lil' looser (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I ain't got enemies, posted by Kennedy's (I ain't got enemies)
Last nigga played got his own documentary (own documentary)
It ain't the same when you only a memory (only a memory)
Find where he buried we spinnin' the cemetery (spinnin' the cemetery)
I done faced murder, ain't scared of no felony (no felony)
Double the pay if you catch a celebrity (a celebrity)
She an opp thot, we gon' aim for the belly ring (that belly ring)
I got some twirlers and savages trailin' me (trailin' me)
Niggas be dissin' and dropping the rakes
'Til they ass in a Marley Don't do Bacardi (Bacardi)
Itchin' to shoot up the party, Brooklyn and Bronx
Drill, I start it (shoot up the party)
They ain't tryna give me them flowers for nothing (flowers for nothing)
I set the trend, that's the reason I'm buzzin' (I set the trend)
Left him gushin', they better come brush him (bap, bap, bap)
Bro, got the aim so I sent him to Russia
Uppin' it, clutchin' it (uppin')
He had his gun left him slump with it (skrrt, skrrt)
I kept on dumpin' (rrah, rrah)
Stand over opps, keep dumpin' it (gang, gang, gang)
Don't run, don't trip (don't run, don't trip)
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip (skrrt, skrrt)
It's a man down if he swish
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick' (gang, gang, gang)
Treesh tryna send me the spits (treesh)
She started turnin' when she took a sip (treesh, treesh)
Niggas be rappin' a myth (rappin' a myth)
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in the Lyft (skrrt, skrrt)
In "Sniper Gang," 22Gz talks about his experiences as a member of the gang while expressing a desire to be respected and feared. He boasts of his ability to shoot his opponents without hesitation or remorse, claiming to have "faced murder" and "ain't scared of no felony." He also warns others not to underestimate him or his gang, stating that they will leave their enemies' "brains on the dashboard" and are "upping it" and "clutching it."
Throughout the song, 22Gz also references his life growing up in New York City, where gang violence is a common occurrence. He claims to know who "started all this" in his city, implying that he has been involved in gang activity for a long time. He also mentions various neighborhoods and streets in the city, such as Brooklyn and the Bronx, implying that the gang activity is widespread.
Ultimately, "Sniper Gang" is a gritty, intense song that reflects the harsh realities of gang life in urban America. It is a warning to anyone who might underestimate 22Gz and his comrades, and a brutal expression of the violence and aggression that they are capable of.
Line by Line Meaning
Sniper the blicky, the blicky
I carry a gun with precision, and I am always ready to use it.
Gang, gang, gang
I am part of a group that shares my violent tendencies.
I know who started all this in my city, real shit
I am aware of the individuals who triggered the wave of violence in my city.
Don't run, don't trip
There is no escape from my wrath. Accept your fate with grace.
Open his māthā, hop back in a whip
I will shoot him in the face and swiftly escape in my car.
Glock with a switch on the back of a blick'
My gun has a switch that allows me to toggle its mode of firing.
Niggas be rappin' a myth
Other rappers boast about things that are not true in their music.
Catch him in traffic, get clapped in the Lyft
If I spot my target on the road, I will shoot him while he's on a ride-sharing service.
I'm in the type to go spin in a lift
I have a tendency to look for my targets in elevators.
We gon' flock at his whip 'til it flip
Me and my crew will shoot at his car until it overturns and crashes.
He be lurkin', so he don't take photos
My target avoids taking photos so that he remains unnoticed. But I know where to find him.
Use the blicky, that's holes in his Polo
If I use my gun, that will make holes in his Polo shirt.
On no promo, I'm seein' in slo-mo'
I am living the violence in my city in slow motion with no concern for senseless promotion.
He ain't breathin' no more, they like, "Oh no"
My target is dead, and people who witness it are screaming 'Oh no'.
Played the opps, in the V when we creep
I am stalking my enemies in a v-shaped car as we sneak up on them.
Don't get caught out of bounds and get packed off
Stay within the confines of the street game or you'll have to face the consequences.
My lil' 'ooter gon' hop out the back with the Ruger
My young accomplice will jump out of the backseat holding a Ruger firearm.
I done faced murder, ain't scared of no felony
I have been accused of murder and am not afraid of being charged with a felony.
I got some twirlers and savages trailin' me
I am closely followed by individuals who share my violent tendencies.
Niggas be dissin' and dropping the rakes
Some rappers are disrespecting my gang and engaging in rival gang hand signs.
Itchin' to shoot up the party, Brooklyn and Bronx
I feel an urge to violently storm a party in Brooklyn or Bronx, possibly causing destruction.
I set the trend, that's the reason I'm buzzin'
I created a trend in my city's rap and violence scene, making me famous.
Bro, got the aim so I sent him to Russia
My close friend has excellent aim while shooting, resulting in me sending a target to his death in Russia.
Stand over opps, keep dumpin' it
I stand over my enemies' bodies and keep shooting until my gun runs out of ammunition.
Lyrics © Intrepid Music Group
Written by: Jeffrey Alexander
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@joolian4721
probably the only artist out ere who can keep consistency without losing quality
@k1ngn1ko
no offense but you must not listen to many artists then
@ijaygamble2507
@@k1ngn1ko lmfao
@cameronphillips9661
He uses the same beats ofc it gonna be consistent
@osoprt8729
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@joolian4721
@@k1ngn1ko that's how things are as far as i can see
@carmelonieves4663
I think 22G'z has been the best NY Drill Rapper for years now . Everyone just now startin to catch up but even better for him. Perfect timing and much success to you King.
@jayybangahtt2313
Nah he not the best but his flows is one of the foundation for the NY drill genre
@xavierrodriguez7836
@@jayybangahtt2313 he’s the best 1 then blove
@broly7254
@@xavierrodriguez7836 B LOVEE? youre not serious