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PERFORMING ARTISTS
22Gz
22Gz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Moss
Brad Moss
Songwriter
Kevohn John
Kevohn John
Songwriter
Jeffrey Alexander
Jeffrey Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Ghosty
Ghosty
Producer

Lyrics

Ghosty, (ghosty, ghosty) Hahaha Grrrr Twirl, twirl Folk Gang, gang, gang When we spin through, it's a DOA We caught a opp at like 308 Fuck it and fuck up a BOA I think they mad that I beat the case Eyeballin' work, I don't need to weigh Catchin' man down then I speed away Gang, gang Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky Boy, you at least tryna lean on me Who got can't speak on it Fat ass butt, I'm a squeeze on it Better back up before I squeeze on it We spot 'em, we on 'em Let off some shots, we off this Slick talk, better have the bing on you Walk up, drive-by, spin on him Fuck all the opps, I'ma kill all of 'em Opp treesh, back out, piss on her Free gang-gang, swear I miss all 'em Flock up the whip, make it flip over She wanna rump, told her bend on me Bust up the spot, I got ten on me Count hella guwop, see the bling on it The drip, a drop, I rain on 'em When we spin through, it's a DOA We caught a opp at like 308 Fuck it and fuck up a BOA I think they mad that I beat the case Eyeballin' work, I don't need to weigh Catchin' man down then I speed away Gang, gang Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky When we spin through, it's a DOA We caught a opp at like 308 Fuck it and fuck up a BOA I think they mad that I beat the case Eyeballin' work, I don't need to weigh Catchin' man down then I speed away Gang, gang Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky Perkies bussin', shoot up the function Aim for his pumpkin, word to my mother Flock up the junction This off the top, ain't no punchin' Shout out my bousins Brody gon' punch it Folks are everywhere, lurkin' Where you gon' run to? Wish a nigga touch me Sniper, Disciples, my shooters gon' come through When we spin through, it's a DOA We caught a opp at like 308 Fuck it and fuck up a BOA I think they mad that I beat the case Eyeballin' work, I don't need to weigh Catchin' man down then I speed away Gang, gang Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Writer(s): Bradley Robert Moss, Kevohn John, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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