Type Beat 22nd Jim

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[Intro]
(Ah, ah-ah)

[Chorus]
Tell a nigga around this bitch to call my bluff, I bet he can't
Right around this bitch, I got some shit that flip a tank
And I'm laughin' at these niggas while I pull up to the bank
All these bitches wanna fuck because I'm everything you ain't
I'm a dog and niggas know, all these guns just ain't for show
Thirty-five hundred for members, only five K for a show
I'm on go and niggas know, I'm the one to bring it home
When the members up against it, I'm the one pick up the phone

[Verse]
22nd, that's the block and that bitch everything but sweet
Don't know why they tryna keep up when we got them niggas beat
I'm in L.A. with some bad hoеs, finna go and do some shoppin'
I can't be a bitch piecе, I'ma always be a problem
Robbin', juggin', niggas know what's happenin'
I'ma break a nigga wrist if I catch him with a Patek
I been up so fuckin' long, I swear these niggas cannot stand it
I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper, I'm a motherfucking bandit
Pop me a Tesla, I had to get up in my mode
Still no handouts in this bitch, it's me and Jock over the stove
And we read the paperwork, nigga, it's obvious you told
VS1s all through my shit, I miss the white gold with the rose (Ah, ah-ah)