Search results for 'shoot your gun by 22 20s' Page #6

let it, he let it
I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo
Let it bang out the coupe
I let it boom, let it shoot
Got them 22's in my shoes

Huh, that's on everything

if you don't know the knock
You ain't coming in if you ain't shooting ds or you brought thots
We got every gun and we gone shoot em you lil niggas not

Pufffin on that gas
We gon smoke u 
Like a bic on 

Under pressure 
(Under pressure)
Never foldin 
(Never Foldin)

We ain’t 
Swinging no beans 

I got 20s

and infectious, I'm on law 10
Crinkled 20's might jam the counter, but it all spends
Fuck friends, GPS to success, I done lost kin
Every nigga round me shines

Curry[01:04.30]Shoot all of your shots till you hit autopilot[01:05.84]All my guns automatic[01:06.62]All my goons alcoholics[01:08.77]You fools feed off my

i'm in my 20s,
I need 20 whips and 20 mil in cash by 2020 (Skrt skrt)
20 years ago the ballers was riding on 20s
And by 2040 I need 20 incomes (20

of these herb & pounds
Don't fuck with me my nigga guns emerge with these rounds
Go through body nigga right by the curb you found
The silencer was on so

gonna buss at nun
And I ain't gonna run for nun bitch if it's up its up
Just know I keep a gun
Got 223's no Jordan
Talk shit get your ass extorted
Full

then "open the drawer"
Sees the cashier scared as fuck and eager to pour
Pours a few 50's and a couple of 20's
Then hears, "pour it all, gimme all that

at how them 20s spin
Wonder if they money spend
Pull them over for some tints
I'm way, way over my speed limit
Just copped a new coupe
I gotta speed in it

your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By

yeah i might just poke. Woah

All my niggas walkin throwin hunnids yall throw twenties
Need me a bad bitch and yeah she gotta be in ha 20s
Kill that

got a poll we fuckin shoot All you hear is bang we bought a chopper threw oh you just got hand guns now y’all gotta lose I seen the other side I know

care bout is green
Outside the fam all care bout is breesh, yeah yeah
20's and 50's and benjis on me
Don't give a fuck what you is saying
Any beat any

swapping out the 20's
I told Twin I need the blues
Just dropped some racks
Now that shit in, they came to the spot
They can't even choose
Different exotic in

coat
With the door close
And a wet nose
And the wind blown
And I won't stop
I'm from the school of 2pac
And Kanye West
Mid 20's
I learned the game was

don't stress over hoes I keep them by my side 
I'm the realest playa you'll meet in your whole life
Can't ever be fake 
I was born a mistake
By somehow

do some math
Seven digit's in my 20’s (yuh)
A misfit, fuck the critics, everyone of yah
I used to burn a Fader magazine in public
(yah) just 'cause one

The shit you just said
It required a gun
You lucky my migos
Dont kidnap your son
Run in your house
That's a fucking home run
My dick in her mouth
And she

Throwback Merc and it's sitting on 20's
Pop like Perc when I'm in your honey
Popped on shirt 'cause her head go dummy
I get this shit gone from Monday

Clap

Mobb Deep

Infamy

2001

the father
Need guns get your own gas and never charter
Like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
Pull strings have you gettin clapped and things
My

less weird
For a man in his 20s to hold dear
But no one gets sad when their journal flops
So who am I to judge those I put in a box
Promise that you'll

Jenny

Jazze Pha

Supernova

2001

and pacin'
Well I swerved the curb
Corner action like verb
Cops throwin' the bird you heard

I'm on I-20 wit' 20's (unh-huh)
And beats I got plenty can't

the soul on the 20's a
Dem dey pay me 80k i dey swear on ma grave
After party 40k just to wave
I dey stay for UMB so all of ma money be safe

Being broke is