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22gz

22gz is a musical artist known for his contributions to the drill music scene. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, he gained popularity for his hard-hitting and aggressive style of rap. 22gz has released several mixtapes and singles, showcasing his gritty lyrics and energetic delivery. With his distinct voice and street-oriented content, he has garnered a dedicated fanbase. more »

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They say they want that old 2
Double A, flex
Walk up
Drop off, run down
Never put that gun down

Walk up, blow his brains out (bap, bap, bap)
Spin the oppas, we taking the same route (skrt, skrt)
Chasin' clout got that lil' nigga chased down (gang, gang, gang)
Why these niggas keep dropping the rakes down? (Blicky da 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 (bap, bap, bap)
I can't go out like, I'd be damned (gang, gang, gang)

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, then they ain't got a case
Do a hit broad day, spin on the jakes
Caught an opp on the 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 da 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 his sweater, purgin' in the ghetto (blicky da blicky)
Shootin' out a 7 series like I'm Melo (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 da blicky da blicky)
Got a blicky, ain't no need to knuckle up (rrah, rrah, rrah)
Ask what happened to niggas who runnin' up (gang, gang, gang)
Catch 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 a switch, did a backflip
Matha, gon' crack it, get him a casket
Play the opp' music to cause a distraction (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Ooter's assassin (gang, gang), did it in fashion
Look in the other side, they got a passion
2 G's in the back of the V, try 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 (bap)
Man down, he was thinkin' it's sweet (rah, rah)
Woke up early mornin', actin' like a fiend (bop, bop, bop)
Then we flee (skrt), they ain't see (skrt)
I been duckin', layin' low for weeks (skrt, skrt, skrt)
Nowadays they killin' for the cheap
Everyday they spinnin' out the week
Leave a oppa leakin' in the street
I see dead niggas in my sleep

Walk up, blow his brains out (bap, bap, bap)
Spin the oppas, we taking the same route (skrt, skrt)
Chasin' clout got that lil' nigga chased down (gang, gang, gang)
Why these niggas keep dropping the rakes down? (Blicky da 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 (bap, bap, bap)
I can't go out like, I'd be damned (yeah, gang, gang, gang)

We gon' hop out the whip (yeah)
I got bro on my side and he watchin' the rip (watchin' the rip)
And we lookin' for them
He was firin' the blick up, a second (?)
Ridin' 'round town, he ain't goin' nowhere
Fakin', now he got a hole in his cap for it
Nigga with a switch, I'ma tap this bitch
Man, I bet I don't miss, hit anything else
Got the tag on cam, it's stolen (yeah)
Our block, nigga, know that we on it (ha)
We make a nigga pay for dissin' our homie (bitch)
Ridin' 'round with a .40 and a Draco on me (stupid)
Bag on his head, now a halo on him (halo)
Nigga, I ain't with the gangs, I ain't ever met (?)
How many die for the guys, nigga, die with your homies
It don't matter anyway, we gon' get down on 'em (get down on 'em)
Opp block dead, we gon' slide back 'round
Lambo, we the ones made the block get down (yeah)
Head in his lap, how I got found (bitch)
Face down, laid out with his brains on the ground (boom, boom)
Same shit then, it's the same shit now
Won't spare nobody, get caught up and bounce
Hit a nigga back up, now his head in the ground
If he get back up, we gon' shoot his ass down (shoot back down)
(?), Now we waitin' you out
We gon' let 'em come out, then we takin' 'em down
If we can't catch you, we come back again
Smokin' on who? We gon' shoot the blunt out your mouth
For murder we hounds, we huntin' you down
Bro go catch a body, then he skippin' town (skippin' town)
He know that I got it, I paid the amount (the amount)
An opp hidin' up, we be knockin' 'em down
Spot an opp and you know what we do (hm)
Pop out, like peekaboo (hm)
Nigga with a bang, get your boo
Your brains on the shoes, he ain't gang, he fool, dumb bitch (yeah)
We be totin' 'em pipes, we'll take a nigga life like a motherfuckin' thief found Lou' (on god)
On an all night flight, got the Drac' and the bike (pussy)
Tryna creep on a bitch ass nigga like you

Walk up, blow his brains out (bap, bap, bap)
Spin the oppas, we taking the same route (skrt, skrt)
Chasin' clout got that lil' nigga chased down (bring his ass down,gang, gang, gang)
Why these niggas keep dropping the rakes down? (Blicky da 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 (bap, bap, bap)
I can't go out like , I'd be damned (gang, gang, gang)

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