LYRICS
作词 : Bill K. Kapri/George Bakopoulos/Jeffrey Alexander
作曲 : Bill K. Kapri/George Bakopoulos/Jeffrey Alexander
[Intro: 22Gz]
(Yozora)
Grrah, grrah
Niggas know they actin'
Stop all the cappin'
'Fore you end up in a casket
[Chorus: 22Gz]
Got these opp niggas duckin' (Opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games 'til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (Shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (Ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (Blick, blick)
[Verse 1: 22Gz]
(I heard they said they on timin')
Get a lil' freak from the East to come line 'em
Blickys and twirlers gon' slime 'em (Blick, blick)
Where they from? We gon' kill they whole lineup (Kill they whole lineup)
He was lookin' for too much attention (Too much attention)
But the gang get him checked off the hit list (Checked)
And them opp niggas cappin', they know they ain't spinnin'
So stop all that dissin' (Them opp niggas cap)
And they stealin' the drip, it's ridiculous (I get the drip)
Fell in love with them Glocks with extensions (With extensions)
With them switches (With them switches)
He keep on clickin' 'til he stop twitchin', glitchin' (Boom, boom, boom)
Lift him (Lift him), drift it (Drift it)
Shooters slide through they block with a ripstick (On a ripstick)
Use the Wesson, it ain't no ballistics (Ain't no ballistics)
Point blank, won't shoot from a distance
[Chorus: 22Gz & Kodak Black]
Got these opp niggas duckin' (Opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games 'til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (Shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (Ain't no discussion) Point blank, won't shoot from a distance
Got these opp niggas duckin' (Opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games 'til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (Shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (Ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (Blick, blick, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Mama, our chains bussin', come through, hop out, K's bussin'
It ain't nothin', it's on your street, yeah, he cool, but he ain't no me
I introduced you niggas to motion, all this beef, can't even focus
Tryin' to be me, gotta get in action, you totin' that fire for fashion
Got nothin' from nobody that askin', I just been handin' out caskets
Post games for quotes, all you want for captions
In real life, you catfish
I keep rulers with a dick on it, I see your bitch, I'ma spit on her
He sped off, I ran out, and he fell out like Rich Harlems
If he slippin' get a mop, I'm gettin' M's, this nigga dropped
I started to think these niggas my dawgs, they just really want my spot
I dropped fentanyl in the pot, remix everythin' with floss
I gave him everythin' I got, now he linkin' up with my opp
[Chorus: 22Gz]
Got these opp niggas duckin' (Opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games 'til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (Shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (Ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (Blick, blick)
Got these opp niggas duckin' (Opp niggas duckin')
Shooter gon' walk up, brush him (Walk up, brush him)
It be all fun and games 'til we touch him (Blicky, the blicky)
Lil' stepper, pop Percs, get to buggin' (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm the type to start shootin' in public (Shootin' in public)
Said it's up, so it's stuck, I'ma up it (Gang, gang, gang)
If he slippin', it ain't no discussion (Ain't no discussion)
Broad day, face shot, blood gushin' (Blick, blick)
[Outro: 22Gz]
Gang, gang, gang
Stepper gon' walk up, brush him
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Blick, blick, blick