[Intro: 22Gz]
They say they want that old 2
(Dubba-AA flexin') That "Suburban" 2
Walk up, drop off, run down
Never put that gun down
(This is the sound)
[Chorus: 22Gz]
Walk up, blow his brains out (Bop, bop, bop)
Spin at oppers, we takin' the same route (Skrrt, skrrt)
Chasin' clout got that lil' nigga chased down (Gang, gang, gang)
Why these niggas keep dropping the rakes down? (Blicky, the blicky)
Wonder why they be trolling they fans (Rrah, rrah)
Spot an opp, I'ma hop out the van (Gang, gang, gang)
I be praying the blicky don't jam (Bop, bop, bop)
I can't go out like, I'd be damned (Ha, ha)
Gang, gang, gang
[Verse 1: 22Gz]
Why these niggas keep dropping the rakes?
And my stepper hop out, put a chop to the face (Gang, gang, gang)
My lil' 'ooter, he won't leave a trace
If you cover your face, thеn they ain't got a case (Boom, boom, boom)
Do a hit broad day, spin on the jakеs
Caught a opp on his block, now it's covered in tape (Boom, boom, boom)
He saw his blood, now he losin' his faith
I don't think he gon' make it, he pissin' and shakin' (Gang, gang, gang)
My shooter a fast one and he Jamaican (Blicky, the blicky)
He got a crash button, nigga crazy (Grrt)
Spin in the stoley, brains all on the pavement
He get to tweakin' like somebody laced him (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm a dizzy devil, I shoot, bro pedal (Rrah, rrah)
Blicky in the sweater, purgin' in the ghetto (Blicky, the blicky)
Shootin' out a seven series like I'm Mello (Boom, boom, boom)
Peace treaty with an opp, I never settle (Gang, gang, gang)
Stupid, is you dumb or what?
It's the streets, nigga, you got your gun or what? (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky)
Got a blicky, ain't no need to knuckle up (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Ask what happened to niggas for runnin' up (Gang, gang, gang)
Crash him, he seein' flashes
Left him in traffic, he saw the gun, should've saw his reaction
Shouldn't've been lackin', Glock with attachment
Heard he got hit with the switch, did a backflip
Māthā, gon' crack it, get him a casket
Play the opp' music to cause a distraction (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
'Ooters assassins (Gang, gang), did it in fashion
Lurkin' the other side, they got a passion
Two Gs in the back of the V, try and pull up on an opp, put 'em on a tee (Man down, man down)
I'ma click 'til he fall off his feet
Stand over his body, then get off the scene (Bop, bop, bop)
Man down, he was thinkin' it's sweet (Rrah, rrah)
Woke up, early mornin', actin' like a fiend (Boom, boom, boom)
Then we flee (Skrrt), they ain't see (Skrrt)
I been duckin', layin' low for weeks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Nowadays, they killin' for the cheap
Every day, they spinnin' out the week
Leave a opper leakin' in the street
I see dead niggas in my sleep
They say they want that old 2
(Dubba-AA flexin') That "Suburban" 2
Walk up, drop off, run down
Never put that gun down
(This is the sound)
[Chorus: 22Gz]
Walk up, blow his brains out (Bop, bop, bop)
Spin at oppers, we takin' the same route (Skrrt, skrrt)
Chasin' clout got that lil' nigga chased down (Gang, gang, gang)
Why these niggas keep dropping the rakes down? (Blicky, the blicky)
Wonder why they be trolling they fans (Rrah, rrah)
Spot an opp, I'ma hop out the van (Gang, gang, gang)
I be praying the blicky don't jam (Bop, bop, bop)
I can't go out like, I'd be damned (Ha, ha)
Gang, gang, gang
[Verse 1: 22Gz]
Why these niggas keep dropping the rakes?
And my stepper hop out, put a chop to the face (Gang, gang, gang)
My lil' 'ooter, he won't leave a trace
If you cover your face, thеn they ain't got a case (Boom, boom, boom)
Do a hit broad day, spin on the jakеs
Caught a opp on his block, now it's covered in tape (Boom, boom, boom)
He saw his blood, now he losin' his faith
I don't think he gon' make it, he pissin' and shakin' (Gang, gang, gang)
My shooter a fast one and he Jamaican (Blicky, the blicky)
He got a crash button, nigga crazy (Grrt)
Spin in the stoley, brains all on the pavement
He get to tweakin' like somebody laced him (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm a dizzy devil, I shoot, bro pedal (Rrah, rrah)
Blicky in the sweater, purgin' in the ghetto (Blicky, the blicky)
Shootin' out a seven series like I'm Mello (Boom, boom, boom)
Peace treaty with an opp, I never settle (Gang, gang, gang)
Stupid, is you dumb or what?
It's the streets, nigga, you got your gun or what? (Blicky, the blicky, the blicky)
Got a blicky, ain't no need to knuckle up (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Ask what happened to niggas for runnin' up (Gang, gang, gang)
Crash him, he seein' flashes
Left him in traffic, he saw the gun, should've saw his reaction
Shouldn't've been lackin', Glock with attachment
Heard he got hit with the switch, did a backflip
Māthā, gon' crack it, get him a casket
Play the opp' music to cause a distraction (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
'Ooters assassins (Gang, gang), did it in fashion
Lurkin' the other side, they got a passion
Two Gs in the back of the V, try and pull up on an opp, put 'em on a tee (Man down, man down)
I'ma click 'til he fall off his feet
Stand over his body, then get off the scene (Bop, bop, bop)
Man down, he was thinkin' it's sweet (Rrah, rrah)
Woke up, early mornin', actin' like a fiend (Boom, boom, boom)
Then we flee (Skrrt), they ain't see (Skrrt)
I been duckin', layin' low for weeks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Nowadays, they killin' for the cheap
Every day, they spinnin' out the week
Leave a opper leakin' in the street
I see dead niggas in my sleep
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