Letra de 22's

[Hook]
Jumped off the porch with that 22
Yeah I had work to do
I don't play with niggas
Don't play with me
If it's a problem
Then I'm hurting you
Cut a nigga up it get surgical
Lil Oowop gon' run down and murder you
His whip gettin' flipped like a burger do
Hit your mother your sister Big Shirley too
I don't get in pressure and panic
This 2014 it ain't jammin'
I pop a 15 now I'm jammin'
In my trap we trap some shippin' and handlin'
Tuck on the beat so this bitch get to slammin'
Hop out with that fifth now I'm tryna do damage
[?] and get left where he standin'
Heat a nigga up now he tannin'

[Verse]
Nigga playin' with me now I'm slidin'
Caught him in the field now he dyin'
You ain't shot nobody why you lyin'
Smoke on my heart and on my mind
Pressure smoke filled in my lungs
Bitch shit comin' off your tongue
Gun smoke comin' out my gun
Walkin' down sparkin' shit for fun
Lift with me I don't need a drum
Sneaky talkin' fuck you think I'm dumb
Pull up on him fuck bout where he from
Bang it out we don't go for none
These fuck niggas speak on my name and be scared
They know who runnin' down spankin' the lead
[?] put that shit on his heart and his head
Lay his ass down get in the bed

[Verse 2]
I'm a real life rider hang with niggas who got bodies
Bitch stop rappin' bout you shootin'
You ain't never shot nobody
Bitch we know about you
Them niggas around you won't blow bout you
Real shooter bring the hoe out you
Hollow tips knock the hoe out you
I can go anywhere with my pistol
Nigga don't play with me like it's an issue
30 for standin' no choice but to hit you
We gettin' the money shit coincidental
We run in your trap put this gun in your dental
Make you dig up a grave now it look like it fit you
You tryin' your hand and get shot in your head
We leave niggas dead for that blood money
I've been working the block like a mothafuckin' slave
3 P's last week now the plug love me
We loadin' and sendin' them crash dummies
My lil brotha will get on your ass for me
Budda gon' load up them blacks for me
Squadie gon' leave your ass smashed for me
Shoot your ass up make you run around
There's some parts of MoCo you can't go around
Your big dog got smashed so you know it now
Them bitches was choosin' they goin' now
She know Ima beat it and leave her
She already know I don't need her
I'm tryna make my neck like a freezer
Pies gettin' baked like Anita
Shake gettin' served to the geekers
Nigga you can take it you can leave it
Money got it yours I don't need it
Ima still take it fore you leave it

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