22Gz - "Shook Ones" | Doomsday Freestyle
Doomsday Freestyles Presents: 22Gz - "Shook Ones"
Artist: @22Gz
Produced By: Doomsday
Shot and Edited By: @iggy.usa @shotbydoomi
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LYRICS
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Fightinâ murder cases, havinâ thoughts I never make it out
Shootinâ after shootinâ, keep a blixk, canât let âem snake me out
Hella paranoia, havinâ dreams âbout niggas stakinâ 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
Younginâs in the âBurban trucks, better act like you heard of us
See the jakes we swervinâ âem, speedinâ, feel the turbulence
I grew up to homicides, masked shootings and burglars
Eyes started swirlinâ up, fingers started curlinâ up
Body started worminâ up, he outta there, we turninâ up
Fell in love with servinâ âem
Dissinâ like who heard of âem?
Spot him wrap the turban up
Slip up and we burninâ him
Tryna gain respect you gotta spin, you tryna earn and shit
You ainât tryna step, you gotta spin, like, whatâs your purpose then?
I ainât get my rep off droppinâ 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, callinâ lil Leeky and reach his hands out
Niggas pop a perc and get to slippinâ âtil they xanned out
Everything was planned out, bragginâ how he ran down
Niggas couldnât catch him so they spinninâ for his fam now
They gonâ gun his uncle, brother, sister and his grams now
Give it to the crime like Iâm 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 shootinâ, Durk Nowitzki
Tinted car, we bendinâ in a renty
Get the loâ, 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, doinâ pushups
Get you jooked up, if we beefinâ ainât no hook ups
If I up the blixky, gooey sauce, thatâs slugs in his noggin
In the city it get sticky keep the kilos from poppinâ
Catch him slippinâ by the store and leave his brains by the ocky
And we run in his pockets, if he twitch ima pop him