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22gz

22gz is a musical artist known for his contributions to the drill music scene. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, he gained popularity for his hard-hitting and aggressive style of rap. 22gz has released several mixtapes and singles, showcasing his gritty lyrics and energetic delivery. With his distinct voice and street-oriented content, he has garnered a dedicated fanbase. more »

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Grrt (War's too nasty)
Sniper the Blixky
Gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Bg 4L, SG
Twirl

Why would I speak on what happened? Just know he was lackin'
So we whacked him (he was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments
On the ratchet (on the ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff
If we catch him in traffic (twirl)
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky
Put holes in his fashion, spin it (skrrt, skrrt)

First nigga I see in designer, I'm killin', drill him
He with the treeshas, spin his Brazilian wig up
Brush 'em, up it, spin, dump it
Hop out the black van, gun that boy down if he lackin', pluck him
Jump in the Bimmer, I'm with your treesha, she tryna eat up
Bands just freed up (rrah), you the type to see opps and then freeze up (shine)

I think that it's time that we T up
Still scorin', tell these haters, "D up"
Twirlin' early mornin', don't do with informants (twirl, twirl)
We the ones performin', that's why they need us
Why would I tell you the murders I did when I really be clappin'? (How you know?)
And no, I'm not doin' the feature with nobody 'less it's for backends
Yes, I be taxin', don't care what you jackin'
I'm the teacher, that's subtractin' the fractions
Took that boy gun off his waist, he was lackin' (gimme that, gimme that)
Still on the run from the jakes, I ain't chattin'
I'm in this bitch that you wouldn't imagine
Talk tough, walk up and just whack him (rrah, rrah)
I am a killer, I kill with a passion
When will y'all see that it's deeper than rappin'?
Mission complete, I am not with the actin'
Heart cold like it's February (ice)
My gun game, that's hereditary
I got perfect aim, so I never worry
I'ma drill 'em if it's necessary
I will not speak on what happened
Attention seekin' get you put in the casket
Jails in the streets, know I'm active (active)
Know I'm cut from a different fabric
I don't bluff, ever said it's up unless you got luck, it's 'bout to get tragic
Make you disappear, I'm a magic (shine)

Why would I speak on what happened? Just know he was lackin'
So we whacked him (he was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came with hella attachments
On the ratchet (on the ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff
If we catch him in traffic (twirl)
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky
Put holes in his fashion, spin it (skrrt, skrrt)

(War's too nasty)

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