22 In ‘22

22 in '22
Pockets big my money grew
Doing shit I gotta do
To get the blue for the crew
Boutta take the W
Cause you know you're 0 for 2
Uh

Just bagged 22 hunnies and they wanna screw
And you know im feeling loose
When im sipping on this juice
Ice in the Malibooze

Wait

What the fuck was that? Look

I can take a petty ass bitch and make her mine
I can make a shots kinda girl sip wine
I got the kinda glow that
Makes a goth bitch shine
Even girls down to earth
Like me cause im fly

My records turning blue
You can call me Walter White
Homie talkin shit
I fucked his girl outta spite
He tryna step up but
The fucker can't fight
So I knocked his ass out
Had him out like a light

22 in 22
Find me still locked in the stu
Makin hits all with the crew
Doin what real artists do

Flowing like butter all right
I can do this shit all night
Challenge me? You're not too bright
I might just take yo girl tonight

Ive went through a lot of shit, you don't know the half of it
To get these chips I gotta spit
So I ain't about to quit

Rhyme my ass off just to
Catch up with my homies
Cause im jealous
Of the shit they've done already
But I know to keep it steady
Cause my time is comin
Man its cookin like an oven
Want it bad like McLovin
Feel my heart like percussion
Look

Im 22 this year
If I haven't made it clear
Im boutta be the illest
Mothefucker you ever hear
But ill take my time, spit these rhymes
Sit back and enjoy the climb
Find a shawty, make her mine
Take her back and pick her mind
Pour ourselves a glass a wine
As we chill and just unwind
22 but bagged a nine
To cut this short would be a crime
Damn