Текст песни GTA - 22gz

GTA

Ghosty
Gang, gang, gang
Hahahahaha
Grr
Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Gang
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 shit back
Treesh, she gone bend down, let me hit that
(She gone bend down, let me hit that bitch)
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 I’mma 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 &Wesson
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 I’mma 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 shit can get sticky nigga with these Blixky niggas 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
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)