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22Gz - Goody / Back In Blood Lyrics

Sniper the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky
Suck my dick (Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch)

Now niggas thinkin' they loopie
You a dickriding groupie
They lookin' at me like I'm Tunechi
Put these niggas in they place
Hit 'em with the Drac', slide like Toosie
Lil' niggas wanna race, pull up in a Wraith
Hit him in his hoopty
Spooky, turn this shit into a movie
Niggas wanna be like 22, 'cause I'm the one like 23
I'm the greatest, I originated all this drill music that you niggas makin'
Where was you at when this shit was shakin'?
I'ma turn this to a situation
Niggas run up in your casa with the Revolver, blow out your māthā
Now you niggas sayin' māthā? Lil' nigga's an imposter (pussy)
Nigga never heard a choppa, soundin' like a helicopter
Leave a nigga like hafa, he won't even need a doctor
Nigga, who shot ya?
Heard he not even whoopty, smoke a nigga like a loosie
I'm the general, salute me
Niggas cappin' don't move me
New beef, niggas at war don't do peace
Instead of you being UD, niggas tryna be the new me

Twirl, twirl
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

I know killers said they first photoshoot when they took him up
Stolen Nissan filled with blickys, snipers trillin' just because
Brand new Glizzy stuffed to fifty, but this FN hold a dub
Catch him slippin', drop the windows, split his māthā with a slug
Do a hit, boost my adrenaline, I love the smell of blood
He ain't even seen my little stepper pop right up out the cut
In the club, he caught a headshot, 'cause he was playin' drunk
Pass that Zaza, yeah, that's dead niggas we rolled up in a blunt
And you're stuck up in old yams, but I can't front, I did some months
Kodak in and out that jam, when he come home, we goin' up
He got diamonds, and they dancin' to 11, give it up
We the ones with all the guns and all the funds and all of Runtz
All them opp niggas linked up, who gives a fuck, they gon' get plucked
Hollows bust a nigga tummy, tryna spill a nigga guts
'Burbans tinted, twirlers spinnin', set us up, you know who's stuck
Niggas stealin' all my drip, it's time to get it back in blood

It's time to get it back in blood
Nigga pull up to my show, he gettin' hit inside the club
He gettin' hit inside the club
Go nowhere without my blicky, know I snuck him with the snub
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Published By: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written By: Jeffrey Alexander