2022 MUZIK! Lyrics

Bitch I came prepared to get it going

I got that metal on me

Fuckin on me, shawty she a demon

She a Shinigami

Tommy keep a tommy

Trenches down to a catch homi

Yea the way the glocky blow

I almost thought it was a thotty

And the blunt Afghani

10 deep at your party

Whole gang makin waves

Yea we pouring up tsunamis

Catch them lacking in the lobby

Like Tupac I slide like I bobby

Do them dirty like The Walking Dead

He twitching like a zombie

Woah

I can not stop getting money on the low

Big bag chaser everybody too slow

Make more bread, more money on go

Big AR with a thirty-six scope

Give a fuck bout what they said

So imma leave them lookin dusty

They been fuckin with my set

And all my brothers getting hungry

Give a fuck what you been thinking

I am something that you can't be

I just tell them I can't stop

Until I'm rolling in a Bentley

Woah

You already know

Brodie broke a brick

Brown paper how it go

Do it for the money and the bitches on the low

And he ain't get no work cause he a bitch and he a hoe

I just put in work cause its the

Only thing I know

And you ain't really with it keep

A weapon just for show

Your entire sound a joke

At best a copy of a clone

And we ain't never gonna work

So get the fuck out my phone

Or I'm charging for the feature

Keep a heater under bleachers

Puffin smoke

Smoking greener then Khalifa

And its fucken up my throat

And my choppa by the meter

It's a eater you a ghost

Big beefer 4 seater

Everybody want the smoke

Woah

I can not stop getting money on the low

Big bag chaser everybody too slow

Make more bread, more money on go

Big ar with a thirty-six scope

Say what I want

I want war

Death will never hesitate to take more

I will never wait for pain

I lean forwards

And if you wanna slide with beef

I'm still raw

Bitch I came prepared to get it going

I got that metal on me

Fuckin on me, shawty she a demon

She a Shinigami

Tommy keep a tommy

Trenches down to a catch homi

Yea the way the glocky blow

I almost thought it was a thotty

And the blunt Afghani

10 deep at your party

Whole gang makin waves

Yea we pouring up tsunamis

Catch them lacking in the lobby

Like Tupac I slide like I bobby

Do them dirty like The Walking Dead

He twitching like a zombie

Puff on a blunt till I hyperventilate

And watch a body drop in the ocean

These rappers deadweight

Load a .38 to drop thirty nine

Like its heaven's gate

And demonstrate

A quick 140 Toyota getaway

Took a step back and saw ​bigger pictures

I could make a hundred, thousand

A million what's the difference

Can't escape the cookie cutter

Monotony of existence

Imma do the same old shit

And keep breathing till I stop living

Bought a .38 just to shoot it

Without a purpose

Keep a finger on the trigger

I hope I'm making them nervous

Catch him lacking, drop the curtain

And wrap his head like a turban

Plug the neighborhood with gas

We keeping it all suburban

Imma go getter, a shiny brand new Beretta

My pockets could get bigger

My wallet could get thicker

The dollars could come quicker

Just painting the bigger picture

A blunt and a fifth of liquor

I'm gunning for six figures