2022 Lyrics

Yeah

Shorty G

Twenty-two

Ya'll know the vibes

We.ae the movement

I was trappin in my neighborhood

Smokin green cush

Had a peanut Butter seven nine and gave it to lil bro

I'm just glad that the OG's from the the 9 is still breathing

Twenty years plus strong

And my niggas still eating

Thought I lost my nigga to a dice game

Grim Reaper damn near crept

When he reached for his point they put 2 to his neck

Fuck it I'm strapped up to the tier

Enough to take navy pier

I got post-traumatic stress from all my niggas I lost this year

I was elbow with shot callers no need to go further

Came across a lot drug dealers that had time for murder

Fuck it it's black brown it doesn't matter

They just gather us like cattle

Stick us anywhere they can have us

Ready to light up like a candle

Everybody a killer till he get a shot

Broadcasting shit knowing he ain't not

I might shoot my shot with watcha call em

And you know she goblin

I'm gon dick her down

And never call her

She be runnin from it's a water facet

We not the same lil nigga

I done climbed out the dirt

Knock the dust off my fur

Put my stamp on this Earth

I pop hoes not percs

I get money off da chirp

I get bubbly on da curv

Rio watchin over us

Only mom do I trust

Michael Jackson with the glove

I get nasty with ya bruh

Knock da smile off ya mugg

Man this money ain't enough

Man it up there it's stuck there

You like it I love it

Cause I'm gonna get it

My foot to the pedal

We toting extensions

The sky is the limit

We flexin dem bezzels

We off of restrictions

We blowing that spinach

And stay in them trenches

We chasin dem billions

Gon stick to the mission

Got unfinished business

I'm killing dis shit gonna kill again in the morning

Kept my foot on niggas neck so they don't try to run up on me

I be busten em down

They thick and curvy fuck em cause they horny

And if your nuts swell up inside your neck better bring an army

It's up there stuck

Man it's up

You want pressure applied its

Get in my business I'll make you famous

Man it's Duncan Hines for lunch

You niggas sweet

Your moma should've named your ass hawaiian punch

You say my mans is weak

But I ain't seen none of yall rabbits jump

Ya'll is chumps

We got blowers real Gs from da Rak

I got shorty's put in da work for some weed and a pack

Man I come from an era

Where sippin lean a get you jack

And I ain't poppin no perks

But the hammers go back

We gone clap

I know niggas that told on niggas over turf

I know niggas that flip black pancakes for some work

I don see killas locked up and get extorted

I know niggas that write to 50 bitches just to feel important

Put my foot on the gas I'm right on they ass

I'm not letting up I'm straight to da bag

I ran it up fast

You niggas is garbage

You should be glad I took out the trash

Cuz every time I get on the mic I run up that tab

Me and King go mad

You like it I love it

Cause I'm gonna get it

My foot to the pedal

We toting extensions

The sky is the limit

We flexin dem bezzels

We off of restrictions

We blowing that spinach

And stay in them trenches

We chasin dem billions

Gon stick to the mission

Got unfinished business

I'm killing this shit gonna kill again in the morning

Keep my foot on niggas neck so they don't try to run up on me

I be busten em down

They thick and curvy fuck em cause they horny

And if your nuts swell up inside your neck better bring an army

It's up there stuck