[Intro]
Ghosty
Gang, gang, gang
Hahahahaha
Grr
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Gang

[Verse 1: 22Gz]
I'm the collector (Said that)
They ain't give me my credit, so I'm taking extra (Extra)
He on a stretcher (He on a)
Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (Ketchup)
Caught him at Checkers
Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester
I ain't no wrestler
Aiming for brains, Matta Fiesta
Suffocate him, stuffing his face in a zip rack
Tummy shot, they had to staple that shit back
Treesh, she gone bend down, let me hit that (She gone bend down, let me hit that bitch)
Flee, taking on check I'ma dig that
Opp side, shoot up the block with a four
Babai strip from the top to your toes
Bend down we killed a opp in this ho
Backed out, he seen the chop and he froze
Youngest in charge
They say 22 the G.O.A.T
I got his Treesh
Driving the boat
Aiming for melons
Keep the blick in the coat (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Heard he got smacked
He don't want smoke (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
New drip (New drip)
Your fit where we empty them clips at (Clip)
Cool kit (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)
We shot through his ribs and his six pack
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