Lyrics:
twenty-two
They daddy in jail, mom`s a prostitute
They only know crime that`s the thing to do
And regular people can`t f**k with you
So you built you a family
the home of Double K, nothin' but trouble gang
K-W-S's, L-T-S's, O-F-A's
And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray
And mob the R-U-D before
And they wanna fight me
I don’t give a f**k tell the boys on sight me
F***kin with the team need rings precisely
F***kin with the green only thing excite me
Stay with
Faith
Live
Patient
Don't you quit
And make shit
Make with
Aches
Can't fake
In matrix
So please guys
Felines
Keep eyes
Ears by
These lines
when I see you face to face
Right now, I'm fucking wit hoes, they don't gimme face shit!
[Chorus]
pipe...
And don't f**k wit cj or t London
keep that strap like they some dikes
And don't be social media thugging
Cus you know that it's on site...
We
the profits and no you can’t stop me I run up dem bands
Watch how dese f**k niggas copy
These bi**es gon f**k when I do my lil dance
B****h yes im bout it
You can't get wit, D.K.S. self evident
Adolescence, reign the supreme court, in any, every, meant
[Lil Knock]
The time was approximately eleven forty
Yeah Yeah
Let me tell you what my girlfriend looking like
She wit her jeans in D&G
Homies breaking they neck just to see her body da da da
Shawty
in a stack
F**k that bitch, then eat a snack
Get that money and get them racks
And they know we gon' pop up
I'm with the gang and we ride wit' the top
your chest
AT swiezo drop they gone feel it chest
Got ya wait up but still can’t f**k wit me
Tbh tbh tbh tbh
N****s hate bitches fake tbh
Got it in In
Wanna have some fun?
Go on with out me!
Wanna have some fun?
I can't resist baby!
UH UH UH!
We clubbin tonite!
We gonna smoke n drink n party all
B*tches always ask wussup wit me tell her f**k n*ggas ion trust n*ggas
Cause these n*ggas might get one up on me
Watch looking like a truck on me
believe people can change, but only for the worse
I could've changed the world if it wasn't for this verse
So satanic, K-Mart chains panic 'cause they
him, playin' Sega
And buggin' on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas
And now he's gone
I'm speakin' on my man K-Shawn
Forever on my
[Sleepy Brown]
This is dedicated to the lover (to the lover)
In you... In you... In you
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
dick riding, your shit's tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how niggas who not spitting ask why they not winnin'
even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not
wit a mice a mouse
F**k a pair of sisters from the west and the south
N****s go out bad bout some cat and some mouf
Then they name dropping round
she need a real n***a
& she good wit a Honda
Ay be my Pocahontas
Cus I got green gas in my veins
A lotta f**k thoughts in my brain
Filson flask filled
You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
These succaz fumbling right now
I'm tryin to thumb
Stay out the way
Can't f--k wit Niggaz moving foul
On marathon
You rats can race
And tell on Er
and this why I really can't f**k witcha
You moving too funny now that I get money one reason I mainly can't f**k witcha
Got you feeling sick cuz now I caught
that mf 2 tone
It might have been a roli but I think it was hublot
No I can't fight f@*k the fighting I can shoot tho
Give that b*#ch som Henny watch
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