Artist: 22Gz f/ Kush Blicky Album: Bacardi (S) Song: Bacardi Typed by: AZ Lyrics [22Gz] I walk in a party I grill everybody them biddies like who is that? I don't do Bacardi I put up the Henny they know where them shooters at I speed in a Bentley she call me she text me they ask if I'm screwin' that run up and we shootin' that had some work I was movin' that I drift in a Audi turn hunnits' to thousands they ask how you doin' that tote guns you ain't shootin' that better duck ain't no Wooin' (or moving) back your bitch on my body that money keep pilin' them racks we ain't new to that gang be runnin' all through the bag leavin' bands runnin' through the dash [Kush Blicky] Had some work I was movin' that we winnin' we ain't where the losers at we shootin' he ain't shootin back we be rappin' but we really doin' that We bend then we throw it in park ain't no talkin' we lettin' it off got no brain just the skulls on my scarf but how he talk tough and he soft Super Rich to the Blickies I'm duffin' her kidneys she know that I'm shiggy I stay with' that grippy we spin it gets sticky he dancin' like Diddy I'm twirlin' with' Dulap we pour up a 4 now we gettin' drippy we twirl through the city I'm still in the 50s you want me come get me. Please don't run up cause I keep a pole chop super sturdy like Bre Nicole how they switch up I could never fold in and out jams and we never told. Geek and I drip and I wave man I been trappin' for days baby its Taliban Gang baby its Taliban Gang [22Gz] I walk in a party I grill everybody them biddies like who is that? I don't do Bacardi I put up the Henny they know where them shooters at I speed in a Bentley she call me she text me they ask if I'm screwin' that run up and we shootin' that had some work I was movin' that I drift in a Audi turn hunnits' to thousands they ask how you doin' that tote guns you ain't shootin' that better duck ain't no Wooin' (or moving) back your bitch on my body that money keep pilin' them racks we ain't new to that gang be runnin' all through the bag leavin' bands runnin' through the dash Wonder why these bitches want me Bape with Margiela get these bitches horny after that paper I want it they hit them Blickies they wan' get up on us. Look but she trynna' get next to me she hella' squeezed off the Hennessy Blicky gon' sing like a melody Xans got her rolla' her head I control her them Taliban dump lettin' semis squeeze pour up a 4 I drip I lean over I call up Kush Blick out that lemon squeeze?, hop out that Porsche and let off that stick till his temple bleed mickles and foreigns look but so gorgeous gallon of Henny I'm hella' t'd call I ignore it too busy tourin' I walk in a party I grill everybody them biddies like who is that? I don't do Bacardi I put up the Henny they know where them shooters at I speed in a Bentley she call me she text me they ask if I'm screwin' that run up and we shootin' that had some work I was movin' that I drift in a Audi turn hunnits' to thousands they ask how you doin' that tote guns you ain't shootin' that better duck ain't no Wooin' (or moving) back your bitch on my body that money keep pilin' them racks we ain't new to that gang be runnin' all through the bag leavin' bands runnin' through the dash