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PERFORMING ARTISTS
22Gz
22Gz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Mark Alexander
Jeffrey Mark Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
Mixing Engineer
Redax
Redax
Producer

Lyrics

The vibes on this shit Gang, gang, gang Rrah-rrah-rrah Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Keep a blicky, 'cause I cannot die young (gang-gang-gang) Rather, get caught up with my gun (rrah-rrah-rrah) One in the head, why would I run? (Gang-gang-gang) Don't come outside, you ain't got one (blah-blah-blah) I done came a long way from them lineups (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) You can't complain once you sign up (rrah-rrah) Hella shooters, they all in designer (gang-gang-gang) Get the addy, we spinnin' and find 'em (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) Louis, Amiri, shawty said she ain't tryna fuck with no nigga that's scary (that's scary) I keep it near me, I know some hatin' niggas wanna see me get buried (wanna see me get buried) Niggas better not spare me, he gon' get left if he think that he movin' too leary (why he movin' so leary? Whole lotta blicks in the function, my steppers'll up it, 'em clips we be dumpin' (blick-blick, be dumpin') Soon as he slip we gon' brush him, fuck it, face shot they gotta rush him (they gotta rush him) Can't let my mama love bury me, can't show remorse to the enemies (rrah-rrah-rrah) Murder way more than a felony (skrrt-skrrt), I'm facin' life they was tellin' me (gang-gang-gang) I lost three, how the fuck I'ma let it be? Free the blickys, the feds came did a sweepe (gang-gang-gang) Keep one eye open when I sleep, 'cause it ain't no love out here in these streets (rrah-rrah) Hoodie on tight, spinnin' in a jeep (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt), catch him, man down, then we flee the scene (man down) Last opper we caught had to pop him (skrrt-skrrt), shouldn't've left out his crib without knockers He was dissin' in songs, had to drop him, if it's sniper, we hoppin' out poppin' Keep a blicky, 'cause I cannot die young (gang-gang-gang) Rather, get caught up with my gun (rrah-rrah-rrah) One in the head, why would I run? (Gang-gang-gang) Don't come outside, you ain't got one (blah-blah-blah) I done came a long way from them lineups (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) You can't complain once you sign up (rrah-rrah) Hella shooters, they all in designer (gang-gang-gang) Get the addy, we spinnin' and find 'em (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) I bet folks up the blicks when it's drama (blick-blick) You ain't never get picked in a lineup (gang-gang-gang) I done been through a whole lotta trauma (whole lotta trauma) High speed, RIP, so silent (so silent) Told the folks he ain't dead then reverse it (ain't dead then reverse it) He was talkin' too tough on 'em verses Get the drop and we gotta go murk him (gotta go murk him) Ain't gon' make it, the blood keep on squirtin' Bad my Taliban tighten up his turban (Taliban, Taliban) Put that boy in a box, hearse him (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) They sent a shooter but that nigga miss 'cause he nervous, shirt him (he nervous) How the fuck homie a killer? He never put work in (he never put work in) Stand over opps, headshot, then we close the curtain (rrah-rrah-rrah) Keep a blicky, 'cause I cannot die young (gang-gang-gang) Rather, get caught up with my gun (rrah-rrah-rrah) One in the head, why would I run? (Gang-gang-gang) Don't come outside, you ain't got one (blah-blah-blah) I done came a long way from them lineups (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) You can't complain once you sign up (rrah-rrah) Hella shooters, they all in designer (gang-gang-gang) Get the addy, we spinnin' and find 'em (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) Rrah Gang-gang-gang Skrrt, skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt Gang-gang-gang Sniper the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
Writer(s): London Holmes, Rex Kudo, Rodrick Moore, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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