22Z ft. P Boy Lyrics

Yeah, I just spent like 20 on some drank

I just crashed the Rarri in the rain

I just popped a perk to ease the pain

I just popped a perk to ease the pain

I was riding fast, out here swerving lanes

I keep two Glocks, I feel like Max Payne

I can't fuck with niggas, niggas act the same

They be acting like my kids, that shit be strange

Me and my niggas ballin, this is not a game

I spent 2k, on a wedding ring

I ain't married to no Bitch, I'm married to the drank

Me and my niggas bring them choppas out, like heavy rain

Every time a opp die, we gotta celebrate

Every time a opp die, we gotta bring parades

You can see in the sky, bitch, its heavy rain

I spent 6k on some damn drank

On some damn drank

I spent uh, on some damn drank

I done spent the time, yeah, I done spent the bread

Shawty all up on me, tryna' give me neck

Yeah, these niggas really snitching, yeah, they with feds

Rock Balenci on my body, yeah, im lookin like I spent a check

Got your hoe up in my phone, yeah, she say she wanna see me now

Smokin on exotic, yeah, you know we come through rolling loud

I'm on Instagram, flexing all these bands I just cashed out

Took the bitch to a mosh pit, she almost passed out

Strapped up, I got niggas in the army

Call up E, he gon' hit you with a drone streak

Pray to God, cus I got these demons on me

Self made, bitch I'm rapping on my own beat

On the go, bitch I made it on my laptop

Feel like future, had to rob him with my mask off

From the south, ZB came in mad hot

She ride with me, ima' pay for her ass shots

She a wild thot

She just gave me top

I won't fuck with bro

He act like a cop

We got different kind of flavors, nigga, come and shop

Cut the light, lower the music, boy don't make it hot

My dawg he just threw the water, he forgot the pot

Had to cut him off, I caught that nigga smoking flock

You the type nigga

That just hate a lot

I just fuck this nigga bitch, up on a kitchen top

Fuck that nigga bitch, now that nigga hurt

Now he on my page, steady tryna' lurk

Chrome Hearts jeans, like I came from church

Yeah I ran up half a band, just off a perky verse

And you still kiss her

She just gave me top

I just bust my nut, and gave that hoe a paint job

You get no cheese

You a wannabe

Kick flip a nigga face, he caught a nose bleed

I be trapping, learning game, with the trappers in the pro league

He ain't move no weight, yeah, that boy only sold a g

Why you think that boy never made it out the G league

I just spent twenty thousand on a pint of Wock

I just spent two bands on a pint-

O Waikiki, I got two bad bitches with me getting freaky

I just spent two bands on a pint-

Of Waikiki, I got two bad bitches with me getting-

We shot a movie, swerving in a two seat

Got your bitch, rollin up on that good weed

He tried to diss me, now that nigga six feet

ARPs bro just copped an AR-15

I got two Glocks, tell me who want to start a war

Me and Chic, we pull up in 911 Porsche

Chrome Hearts shirt, glasses, looking like a dork

If the crackers get behind me, put this bitch in sport

I got fiends, sounding like raiders, knocking at my door

You play with Sosa, call my ZOE, he finna up the score

(Aye, we finna up the score)

(Pussy bitch, we finna up the score)