22gz - GTA lyrics

[Intro] Ghosty Gang, gang, gang Hahahahaha Grr Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Gang [Verse 1: 22Gz] I'm the collector (Said that) They ain't give me my credit, so I'm taking extra (Extra) He on a stretcher (He on a) Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (Ketchup) Caught him at Checkers Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler Aiming for brains, Matta Fiesta Suffocate him, stuffing his face in a zip rack Tummy shot, they had to staple that sh*t back Treesh, she gone bend down, let me hit that (She gone bend down, let me hit that b*tch) Flee, taking on check I'ma dig that Opp side, shoot up the block with a four Babai strip from the top to your toes Bend down we killed a opp in this ho Backed out, he seen the chop and he froze Youngest in charge They say 22 the G.O.A.T I got his Treesh Driving the boat Aiming for melons Keep the blick in the coat (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Heard he got smacked He don't want smoke (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) New drip (New drip) Your fit where we empty them clips at (Clip) Cool kit (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) We shot through his ribs and his six pack [] Big WooK fit in my pocket Two shooters same name same noggins Switch lanes to famous for stopping Swerving through traffic they lacking we got 'em (Got 'em) Blue tips, green tips for the switch up Chest shot, leg shot, can't get up Stomach shot Gooey Sauce he gasping Bullets gonna shatter his bones like a mirror We spinning in threes we can split up Dumped in a trunk leave him slumped in a river .40 cal with a stick for the stick up Gloves on my hands and I'm not with the slip ups I got the keys [?] the locksmith Masked up for deposits and flockins Spot him chop him up get to dividing [] Been getting bands like Michal Wear the wrong color on that block Imma snipe you Big [?] on me won't fight you Kill him in traffic and take the red light too I'm ain't really worried I be posted 30 in the clip bullets miss when I load it I just might up it in public Shoot at the witnesses skip the discussions Folks on a mission Chris in the cut he gonna shoot with precision Out the [?] with a Smith & This car too hot it's a risk if you in it My shooter he anti-social Drum on the Glock and this beam like [?] Play with my brother Imma toast you Busting these plays I remember his socials [] Choo gang flocking adidas Do you got a Chevy if not I don't need it I got a babai lil Treesha I call up 22 she coming to eat him She drink Henny by the liter He call [?] I call [?] I got the streets from the nina She put this blixk in her throat like a [?] After she done gotta leave I gotta pick up the drop for a [?] Now sh*t can get sticky ni**a with these Blixky ni**as if he running we gonna flock him down I can send [?] to shoot him he flocking no warning won't stop til an opp on the ground [22Gz] I'm the collector They ain't get me my credit so I'm charging extra He on the stretcher Open his noggin it's squirting like ketchup Caught him at checkers Brody gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler Aiming for brains, Matta Fiesta I'm the collector They ain't get me my credit so I'm charging extra He on the stretcher Open his noggin it's squirting like ketchup Caught him at checkers Brody gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler Aiming for brains, Matta Fiesta (Gang Gang Gang) (Blixky the Blixky the Blixky)