Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
22Gz
22Gz
Vocals
Ghosty
Ghosty
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Culture Bermudez
Culture Bermudez
Songwriter
Bradley Robert Moss
Bradley Robert Moss
Songwriter
Jeffrey Mark Alexander
Jeffrey Mark Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Ghosty
Ghosty
Producer

Lyrics

Just look at the sauce when I drip I feel like a boss in this bitch Make a move and I'm tossing the clip I'm here just to show you that I will not miss A lot of opps getting hit But I won't tell the cops, shh We gon' keep gettin' rich And that's the reason why they sick Shine, when I'm in the bush it's action, I tap in with 22 How you know? Your treesh wanna slide for the slappings, you know what the Henny do Treesha, she asked me if she can bring friends, I told her bring plenty through Twirl, twirl, I do not hang out with many crews, that's what the envy do Shine, I hit up Ghost and the Choos, they snuck hella semis through (Folk) gang in the spot, hella shit, can get your bitch moving friendly, too (pa, pa, pa, pa) (Shiggy the shiggy) bending with snipers and blickies, all of 'em extended, too (Sniper the blicky) if he ain't dead, we gonna reverse the whip, leave his head in two Movie, I'm a rapper but still keep a toolie Groupies, shine, they be all on my body like new sheets Don't get clapped in your lobby or turned to a homi', the situation can get spooky They confuse me, sheesh, but I'm strapped, so you better stand two-feet (shine) Two-feet, two-feet, folks trailing my whip with an uzi Open his māthā (māthā), we gon' shoot that boy out of his Ksubis (Ksubis) Gooey, ask around, we spank bodies like Boosie Unruly, she a treesh, let me play with the coochie (shine) Let me know, 'cause I'm ready to crash out (I'm ready) Catch a body, next morning, I cash out Took ya bitch, then we split to the trap house Won't be long 'til I'm blowing her back out Go get this money what I'm finna do (let get it) I can't complain, I'm with the winnin' crew A couple people say I changed 'Cause I got change, they like, "What got into you?" I don't never shoot unless it's close range, two chops, they identical The rake drops, that's a face shot, mama love crying at your funeral Bye-bye treesh, she tryna get slapped out (slapped out) See a opp, and I'm fiendin' to spaz out You the type to freeze up when I back out (back out) Running your drip, it ain't no need to map out (map out) Put a bullet in his brain So much in the blicky, I ain't gotta aim Opp sides, I'm with the gang Catch a nigga slippin', that's another stain Duck for cover when we spinning through Hitters in the van, tryna clip 'em too Screaming, "Long live Nick Blixk!" Showing no remorse when we bendin' through (shine) I knew I would make it, I been the truth (I knew it) I only freestyle when I'm in the booth If you broke that is sad, there is no excuse That's 30-thousand when I talk to you So watch who you talking to Your chain, your watch, affordable (is cheap) I don't gotta call a truce My choos is with me, and they all can shoot (Choo Dat) Whenever it's wartime (whenever) Then we right at your door like a floor sign I'm a star, but I'm still the coach (shine) I made it, it's litty, we all shine I rather get caught, I'ma toss mine (let do it) I might just pull up with four nines I demand my respect, I don't draw lines Catching bodies on my off time (shine) They know it's about to get critical (snicky) Mine's mad, but they know how to hit a few (they know) One minute, they wasn't physical Then they tried and died, spiritual They tell lie in they rhymes, it's pitiful I'ma ride for my side, better get a clue How you know that? It's Coach, and TuTu And we both will shoot you, anybody can get it, too (shine) Poor now, rich later, how you know? Shine Choo Dat Grah, rrah, rrah, rrah Shine
Writer(s): Bradley Moss, Culture Bermudez, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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