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blicky - 22gz lyrics

22gz – hook:
go no where without this d-mn bl!cky, pull up on ’em in the d-mn renty, windows down, you could get faded quickly, call my block-boys, they gon’ blam wit’ me, hit that n-gga cause he ran ricky, ‘stended clip up in that d-mn glizzy, go no where without this d-mn bl!cky, go no where without this d-mn bl!cky
pull up on ’em in the d-mn renty, windows down, you could get faded quickly, call my block-boys, they gon’ blam wit’ me, hit that n-gga cause he ran ricky, ‘stended clip up in the d-mn bl!cky, go no where without this d-mn glizzy, go no where without this d-mn bl!cky, go no where without this d-mn glizzy

22gz – verse 1:
switchin’ lanes, i had to speed it up, in them spots, you know we clean ’em up, 1-on-1’s, they never d’in’ up, f-ck them n-ggas, they ain’t keepin’ up. i shoot like crawford, when i catch coffins, finish ’em, finish al horford, ain’t no resp-wnin’, spin early mornin’, gang get the blam ain’t no warnin’. coppin for ???, spin thru, no caution, call up ray bandz and he tossin’, shooters from boston, run up, we off it, tweak wit’ the gang, that’s distortion. run up on ’em, put the gun up on ’em, told the p-ssy n-gga, put his hands up, black mag and the black flag, and your city jumpin’ out them d-mn trucks, spinnin’ blocks up in that van-nem, man down, i’m duckin’ cameras, know they watchin’, gotta’ keep the bl!cky, these civilians never understand nothin’. my n-ggas reckless, post up on bedford, ys gon’ shoot like the raptors, take off that necklace, hand me the beverage, you could get wiped off the checklist, talkin’ that check-sh-t, but you want credits, call up mo-money, he stretch it, .40 the weapon, kick it like messi, po took her down for them lessons. know this twirlin’ sh-t don’t stop n-gga, free them flock n-ggas, gotta’ watch n-ggas, big bro shootin’ till he drop n-gga, see a opp n-gga, up the chop n-gga

nas blixky – verse 2:
now i’m back and i’m lethal, how y’all n-ggas want war and y’all still miss free-throws? and i ball like d. rose, take shots to ya’ face, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout face-opp, young god, you ain’t do a n-gga dirty? yeah, i roll through your block wit’ a .30, smoke gas, now you lookin’ like pookie, three bands hit a l!ck, yeah i’m gucci, b-block be the gang, yeah you heard me, top opp, got a .30, go crazy, free my lil’ young n-ggas off the island, free r-ry, big bro was wildin’, do a hit in bape, yeah i’m stylin’, n-ggas like 1-6 feet wildin’. yeah, i trap and finesse, them .40s gon’ hit you and blow through your chest, smoke dope like a ‘ref, n-ggas really want war but i blow at ya’ chest. man, i ball like kd, and these n-ggas trynna’ front, but these n-ggas can’t hold me, 30 shot like curry, 22 wit’ the mop and that sh-t real curry

niikosuav – verse 3:
go no where without this d-mn bl!cky and i’m off the henny, got me so trippy, doin’ hits out the 5-50, crushin’ dot, yeah he so sticky, smokin’ pook, yeah he f-ckin’ wit’ me, but these n-ggas not f-ckin’ wit’ me, smokin’ dope wit’ a f-ckin’ glizzy, run up on me, you gon’ get the 50. leave the crib, gon’ come back wit’ hunnits’, n-gga, i could turn nothin’ to somethin’, n-gga, i could turn nothin’ to stuntin’, he got his hand in his shirt but he bluffin’, 12 shots, yeah you know, i keep a dozen, 22 got the glock, he be dumpin’, 16 shootin’ 3s, he be buggin’, add it up, 50 shots at his m-ffin’, yeah, 2-6-0 not for nothin’, kick a work, stop frontin’, f-ckin’ b-tches and they cousin

- 22gz lyrics

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