Artist: 22Gz + more * Album: Grippin 44z (S) Song: Grippin 44z Typed by: AZ Lyrics * Envy Caine, Denz Flockz & Ktone [Intro] Blixky da Blixky da Blixky da Blixky da Blixky da Bitch! Still grippin on 4-4's nigga [22Gz] Twenty two gizzy, bitch it's the general Blixky SRK's go to the 50's, twirl out I'm drippy Walk down no hand with a glizzy They don't want smoke with them dizzies, sat out for months Blessed cause them crackers they miss me Left my boy 'So in the renty, we countin' guap Bitch if you dance with a spin-piece, straight from the Jag' To the Bentley, free all the twirlers Pull up on you where ya Blixk at? Hollows gon' go through ya six-pack Pussy come spin, we puttin' chops where ya wig at Glocks break you up like a Kit-Kat, Henny, I sip it They not gon' like when I'm spinnin' They rap bout the life that I'm livin', Suburbans is tinted Send double hand with a glizzy We spot 'em, we got 'em, we hit 'em (GLLTTTT) [Envy Caine] Coka Jigga, top opposition Keep a strap word around I'm a dead man G-Stripes for the spice, I married Givenchy to Gucci the head band Smoking people, drinking dirty compartitents Percocets, don't fuck with Xanax Everybody GDK because they got shot or they can't Get they mans back Spin right back if he still moving gon' gun him down Only twirlers and GD's, don't come around Glock with extentions it take all a hunnid rounds If he got on my B then I'm comin' now (gimme dat) Free Skrell Paid, we still floxkin When people be watchin' I know that they sick of us Load the glizzy, black Suburbans is tinted up Use to floxkin to live, ain't no giving up Doin' hits out of stolen cars, Phone em got blixky's They trippin' off ecstasy, Rest in Peace we got all the sauce Spikes too drippy people loving my energy Catch a victim then pick him off, time to go slide And suprise all my enemies Forever situated, count a lot of racks Try to pull up on me and I'm floxkin back [Denz Floxks] 40 shot clutching, I'm posted with 20's too Play disrespect and we bending you, that ain't bout nothing Floxkin to live call me general niggas talk rich ain't no principle End of discussion, pointers on diamonds no decimal Check the supressors it's federal pistol we dumping Body disinergrate we never give or take Opps is on dinner plates, knock and start bussin' 30's with ninas that choppa so special, truth to be told ain't got nothin' against you Frontin' on me North Korea my missle, been gettin' rowdy before all the rebels I been gettin' chips I ain't talking no kettle I floxk with a stick what you call heavy metal The glizzy be special, I'm a dizzy devil Keep private attorneys to cop us the settle Floxkin Blixky individual, body these niggas straight lyrical Damage is critical, pussy nigga we ain't feelin' you Situations on a pedistal, we keep a friend or two Money, we spend a few, foreign designer my visual Opp a pussy I done bend a few, wife been massaging my genitals Niggas is pitiful, try to front watch how we airing you [Ktone] It's Ktone I be dropping shit Rest in Peace Rich on the gang he was floxkin shit 30 clip what a opp would get Pop a nigga top, hit him harder than the grabba spliff Stay high marjuianna lit On the pavement it ain't hard for me to find a brick Poker face gotta find the chips, and I just paid 3500 on designer shit Margielas, Loubittons in it Stash box tricky blue and whites couldn't find the blixks Say my name better find the grip Ya clip too short like 8 for a dime a piff I advise you respect me more LV monogram t-shirt Like a checkerboard In ya hood they respect me more, flew through ya block Better pray that ya vest be on Hollow tips and his chest be gone Ain't a artist but you know that the tech be drawn Savin' hoes hope the cape is on, I don't cuff treesh, you won't fuck with no basic jawn Can't catch me with no basic grip never do high points cause I shoot 'till I break the shit Cook coke like I make the shit and I be with the G's and they'd shoot up ya wake and shit