22 Shots ft. Vs Blackus Lyrics

I'm really 'bout that life, I ain't with none of that capping

Let a nigga step wrong, bet I throw away this rapping

Standing ovation on he block, the way this fucking glock clapping

Any one of us could slide, all my niggas 'bout that action

Nightmare on Elm Street, a lot of booming, no jamming

I get magic in this stick, bet these chopper shots curse you

Me and Sheedo in the stolo and we sliding on that curfew

He done said the wrong thing, now he laying up in Lakeview

Tom and Jerry your block, make these chopper shots chase you

Better carry your Glock 'cause my niggas down to take you

Shots take you underground, like the Undertaker

Shaking up the scene like a fucking salt shaker

Trying to do this rap shit, trying to stack up on some paper

And Me and Blackus gon' ball out, like we on the Lakers

Never stand down from no man, I can't let no nigga take me

Glock 200 degrees, if he move wrong, I gon' bake something

Too real, can't fake nothing

Stop capping bitch, 'cause I know you ain't gon' break nothing

It's a movie when I see you, you would think I work for Fusion

Never cared what you think, fuck you and your conclusion

Niggas say I jokey but when he see me, he never do nothing

And my nigga ready to crash out for me but he don't do stunting

And I'll pop off on nigga like I is a fucking loose button

Think I name the shots Jack, how these have your heart jumping

Captain of the beef 'cause the smoke, yeah, it gon' crunch him

I thought Metro was in the place, how we have the place booming

You could play tough for the hoes, but I ain't the one you fooling

Head hunter, breaking niggas block like a monster

Creep up on a nigga like imposter

Shots punching up he shit like a boxer

Flashbacks from all them bodies we done conquer

22 shots, burst that boy shit on the pavement

Leave that little boy lifeless, where the pastor couldn't save him

Got they whole block ducking, when they hear them shots engaging

22 shots, out this motherfucking Glock, make a nigga diddy bop

Flip him out his flip-flops, flip that boy top open like a fucking laptop

Think I doing landscaping, posted with a big chop

Ain't get no time for these jokers, even with a wrist watch

And if they sleeping, tell them wake up 'cause we heading to the top

Make a mess when we slide, even though we get some mops

Like a barber with the .45, taking too much off the top

In a picture with the opps, then you know you getting cropped

In he bushes, dead sly, like a motherfucking fox

Leave my foot in he face, like I putting on some Crocs'

And I good anywhere, I ain't tripping 'bout no opps

'Cause them niggas only mouthing, they ain't making bodies drop

Plenty smoke behind my brothers like I coming out the village

And I know you is a joker, but you put on a fake image

And y'all know just how it go, straight top figure business

Gang shit