Lyrics

[Chorus] Twenty-two shots, run down with a knocker I'm feelin' like Ali, but I ain't no boxer No V2 straps, run down in some joggers We run up in public with Balenciagas I got a stick with .106 Red beam, green beam, no, I don't miss Bullets is hittin' him harder than bricks He shoot his shot and you know he's gon' brick He walkin' up and you know I'ma click He heard my name and he runnin' like Rick Green on my body, I feel like the Grinch Green on my body, I'm feelin' like Wick No drawing He try to run me, aim it at his arms If there's one in the house, don't shoot her alarms If he [?] we gon' cause some harm [Verse] Choppa gang, we leavin' 'em dead Shoot him in his hand, needa pop some minis N*gga, I shoot a Crip, watch him, he ran I got a fat plug, that boy fast He talkin', now we goin' off of his dreads I'm in that [?], bitch, I'm just a kid If he talkin', now we pop him [?] [?] fill him up with lead You can't see check, 'cause I ask for tips, n*gga (Yes I can) You my son (No) You begged me to get up after this shit (No) So what you gon' do about it? I'm a virgin and you're not (No, wait, wait, wait, wait, what?) I'm a virgin and you're not Nah, that's crazy You is a bitch to me, you is a baby You ask for my sauce, I told him like "maybe" Just send me the [?], turn that shit over He want that smoke, so I make him cough, yuh [Chorus] Twenty-two shots, run down with a knocker I'm feelin' like Ali, but I ain't no boxer No V2 straps, run down in some joggers We run up in public with Balenciagas I got a stick with .106 Red beam, green beam, no, I don't miss Bullets is hittin' him harder than bricks He shoot his shot and you know he's gon' brick He walkin' up and you know I'ma click He heard my name and he runnin' like Rick Green on my body, I feel like the Grinch Green on my body, I'm feelin' like Wick No drawing He try to run me, aim it at his arms If there's one in the house, don't shoot her alarms If we can't get out, we gon' cause some harm