22 (Crimson) ft. SS Clint Lyrics

I got some new shades they crimson

I done got way too much bread

Think about it

I'm 22

SEPH

And I ain't heard of you

417

Huh

Huh

I got some new shades they crimson

I done got way to much bread to go red

Shordy you cute, with brains above

But I wouldn't lie

I came for the head

Brand new week

New bitch bad bbl I geek

A milly im tryn but pain go deep

Annoying my line you blocked

Hakeem

Hooking my soul ina sky

Kareem

Elantra, swerving

I had to throw on the tints, I'm serving

Tearing me down, when I ain't deserve it

I put a chain on my cat

And now she a dog

My kitty is shining

Holding my own hand

Trying rewind

Looking for guidance

Brick by brick

I love the money protect with a stick

I met a bitch wanna kill my dick

Told her I fuck on the roof

You fucking a dog and ima get high as shit

I built the house

I brought the family in

So how is you turning on me

I really think on the future

Know I can't change it, I ain't a wizard my hoes in chains

I like my bagel and watch so plain

Trying get lit they gon listen in Maine

So introverted no word to say

Calling my phone they heard of me

Keep going

Past

I can't live it again

Fast

This shit limited

All of my city bananas and primitive

Nigga hot, in flames we killing em

Nigga don't reach, a shame we grilling you

Past

I can't live it again

Fast

Huh

Smooth sailing

Got thru a wave I'm hard they chasing

Why is the money so hard to make

And why is the opps so hard to bake

Cause I don't really

Think about it

I'm 22

And I ain't heard of you

Tryn keep this cheese blue

Cheese blue

Car red

I can't really speak much on my friends

They all dead

I'm a different person now cause I cut off my dreads

I love me some Gucci but I went balenci instead

Money counter it's counting my bread

On the counter that's chains meds

Tropicana it got to my head

Cause I had a pill with it before bed

Holdup

Mmmm

Mmmm

I said bae im in mars

Said im coming just stay where you are

I'm so high got me playing with stars

Say you leaving but stay in the car

Oh, I

Just seen a ghost

Feel like Larry I stay in the post

Smoke exotic and stay at the coast

Hope im rich for I bury my folks

This life that I chose I gotta be strong

Look at god like you gotta be wrong

Look at god like you gotta be wrong

Take my money and give me my dawg

Like what's on my mind I don't know where to start

I'm the one im on top of them charts

She want dick and I'm dropping it off

Got her hands in the air like a Nazi

Put a loaf on his head if he try me

I put one in his head he dead he gotta be

I'm sipping on red that bread been guiding me

She got some head remind me of scholars

Cause I get out of bed and chase me some Gwala

She got some legs she ride with no mileage

Don't know what she said but that pussy fire

She giving me brain I thought she was psychic

She telling me things she know I would like

I'm in the paint I feel like im Giannas

I'm Shooting from range I turn into mike

I turn into mike