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22Gz - "Shook Ones" | Doomsday Freestyle
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22Gz - "Shook Ones" | Doomsday Freestyle

Doomsday Freestyles Presents: 22Gz - "Shook Ones" Artist: @22Gz Produced By: Doomsday Shot and Edited By: @iggy.usa @shotbydoomi SUBSCRIBE TO DOOMSDAY TO KEEP UP WITH OUR EXCLUSIVE RELEASES. Follow Doomsday on IG: https://www.instagram.com/doomsdaynyc/ Follow 22Gz on IG: https://www.instagram.com/22gzofficial/ Follow Iggy on IG: https://www.instagram.com/iggy.usa/ Follow Doomi on IG: https://www.instagram.com/shotbydoomi/ #22gz #doomsday #freestyle LYRICS —- Fightin’ murder cases, havin’ thoughts I never make it out Shootin’ after shootin’, keep a blixk, can’t let ‘em snake me out Hella paranoia, havin’ dreams ‘bout niggas stakin’ out Know the protocol, you spot a opp, you better take him out All we know is chase him down, hit the lights, spin around When them niggas killed my pops, heard they had to tape him down I grew up with murderers, hit him make a shirt of him Youngin’s in the ‘Burban trucks, better act like you heard of us See the jakes we swervin’ ‘em, speedin’, feel the turbulence I grew up to homicides, masked shootings and burglars Eyes started swirlin’ up, fingers started curlin’ up Body started wormin’ up, he outta there, we turnin’ up Fell in love with servin’ ‘em Dissin’ like who heard of ‘em? Spot him wrap the turban up Slip up and we burnin’ him Tryna gain respect you gotta spin, you tryna earn and shit You ain’t tryna step, you gotta spin, like, what’s your purpose then? I ain’t get my rep off droppin’ disses, had to- Murder and the power and respect you better learn this shit Get fanned down, tried to run we had to lay his man down Get blam downed, callin’ lil Leeky and reach his hands out Niggas pop a perc and get to slippin’ ‘til they xanned out Everything was planned out, braggin’ how he ran down Niggas couldn’t catch him so they spinnin’ for his fam now They gon’ gun his uncle, brother, sister and his grams now Give it to the crime like I’m 50 I pray to my blixky Niggas get wrapped up and turn to Mickey Better watch the backdoor it get tricky Glock came with a switch and with a fifty Brodie get to shootin’, Durk Nowitzki Tinted car, we bendin’ in a renty Get the lo’, we tryna go get busy Tryna raise the murder rate like Philly I can get you murdered in your city Hit his chest and exit through his kidney They the shook ones, heard they burned, few oppers took one Get you stuck up, and I dare a nigga look up I was booked up, locked down, doin’ pushups Get you jooked up, if we beefin’ ain’t no hook ups If I up the blixky, gooey sauce, that’s slugs in his noggin In the city it get sticky keep the kilos from poppin’ Catch him slippin’ by the store and leave his brains by the ocky And we run in his pockets, if he twitch ima pop him
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