[Verse 1: 22Gz] I pour a four of that drip in the Fanta Brand new blick' on me, no, it ain't jammin' Nigga, we trappin' and robbin', and scammin' High off the gumbo, I don't see a landin' I put a opp on a flight, we sent that boy on a long vacation I get to tweakin', I ain't got patience If he's screw-faced, then we give him a facelift Came out the lobby, it wasn't no basement But we from the bottom, way under the basement We see police, hit the gas, let 'em chase us Killy my banna, no, he ain't Jamaican If I'm with your bitch, bet I fuck up her makeup If I back up the blick', I won't give him a tape up You see me grindin' but I ain't no skater They stealin' the sauce, but they ain't got flavor Slide in the Trackhawk Vultures'll land on your block like a Blackhawk Said he want smoke? He gon' get what he asked for Kick in your door with the blick' like a task force If this was a race, then I already lapped y'all Shit gettin' hot, they tryna back off He tried to run, hit the switch, take his back off Took it tough on the net what he got head tapped for He got lined through a bitch, made her open the back door
[Chorus: 22Gz] I'm with the gremlins and crash-outs Twirlers and choos in the background Act bad, I got the MACs out Free all the guys, 'bout to max out I had your bitch, make her tap out Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, "Keep swipin' until that shit max out" I'm with the gremlins and crash-outs Twirlers and choos in the background Act bad, I got the MACs out Free all the guys, 'bout to max out I had your bitch, make her tap out Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, "Keep swipin' until that shit max out"
[Verse 2: 22Gz] Niggas want beef on the internet I ain't into that 'cause I been a threat Told myself, "I won't sleep, I ain't kill him yet" We been lurkin' for weeks, still ain't see him yet They been copyin' drip, I invented that If we spinnin', the windows is tinted black We like Men In Black Niggas diss me, get mad when I'm dissin' back When I leave out the crib, can't forget the strap
[Verse 3: Shawny Binladen] Yeah, if he not dead, then we bendin' back That boy not an 'ooter, that boy, he be sittin' back Opp in a blunt, hell no, you can't get him back Bop, bop, bop, yeah, the clip, I extended that Back up the blick', bro got a .40 and he lettin' off six Brand new G and this shit got a kick Just got a MAC and it came with a kit Nothin' but yellows and mags in this bitch
[Chorus: 22Gz] I'm with the gremlins and crash-outs Twirlers and choos in the background Act bad, I got the MACs out Free all the guys, 'bout to max out I had your bitch, make her tap out Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, "Keep swipin' until that shit max out" I'm with the gremlins and crash-outs Twirlers and choos in the background Act bad, I got the MACs out Free all the guys, 'bout to max out I had your bitch, make her tap out Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, "Keep swipin' until that shit max out"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
