Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Omerta, artist - 22gz. Date of issue: 21.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Omerta |
| Sniper the Blixky |
| Gang, gang, gang |
| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt |
| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt |
| BG 4L, SG |
| Twirl |
| Why would I speak on what happened? |
| Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him |
| (He was lackin') |
| Brand new blicky, this shit came with a hell of attachments on a ratchet |
| Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic |
| Shit’ll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, |
| spin it (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| First nigga I see in designer, I’m killin', drill 'em |
| He with the treeshas, spin his Brazilian wig up |
| Brush 'em, up it, spin, dump it |
| Hop out the black van, gun that boy down if he lackin', pluck him |
| Jump in the Bimmer, I’m with your treesha, she tryna eat up |
| Bands just freed up (Rrah), you the type to see opps in the freezer? |
| (Shine) |
| I think that it’s time that we T up, still scorin' 'til these haters D up |
| Twirlin' early mornin', don’t do with informants (Twirl, twirl) |
| We the ones performin', that’s why they need us |
| Why would I tell you the murders I did when I really be clappin'? |
| (How you know? |
| And no, I’m not doin' the feature with nobody unless it’s for backends |
| Yes, I be taxin', don’t care what you jackin' |
| I’m the teacher, that’s subtractin' the fractions |
| Took that boy gun off his waist, he was lackin' (Gimme that, gimme that) |
| Still on the run from the jakes, I ain’t chattin' |
| I’m in this bitch that you wouldn’t imagine |
| Talk tough, walk up and just whack him (Rrah, rrah) |
| I am a killer, I kill with a passion, when will y’all see that it’s deeper than |
| rappin'? |
| , I am not with the actin' |
| Heart cold like it’s February, my gun game, that’s hereditary |
| I got perfect aim, so I never worry |
| I’ma drill 'em if it’s necessary, how would I speak on what happened? |
| Attention seekin' get you put in a casket, jails in the streets, |
| know I’m active (Active) |
| Know I’m cut from a different fabric |
| I don’t bluff, ever said it’s up unless you got luck, it’s 'bout to get tragic |
| Make you disappear, I’m a magic (Shine) |
| Why would I speak on what happened? |
| Just know he was lackin', so we whacked him |
| Brand new blicky, this shit came with a hell of attachments on a ratchet |
| Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic |
| Shit’ll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, |
| spin it (, you nasty) |