22Gz
Grippin'
22Gz - Verse 1:
22 Geezy, bitch its the general Blicky, SRK go to the 50s, twirl out, I'm drippy, walk down on him wit' a glizzy, they don't want smoke wit' 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 wit' a spin-piece, straight from the Jag' to the Bentley. Free all the twirlers, pull up on you, where ya Blick at, hollows gon' go thru your six-pack, pussy come spin, we puttin' chops where your wig at, Glock 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, stand over him wit' a glizzy, we spot 'em, we got 'em, we hit 'em

Envy Caine - Verse 2:
Coka Jigga, top opposition, keep a strap, word around I'm a dead man, 3 stripes for the spice, Amiri, Givenchy T. Gucci the headband, smokin' people, drinkin' dirty Compartisents, Percocets, don't fuck wit' Xanax, everybody GDk, because they got shot or they can't get they mans back. Spin right back, if he still movin' gon' gun him down, only twirlers and GDs don't come around, Glock wit' extensions, this Tec hold a hunnit' rounds, if he got all my breesh then I'm coming now. Free Skrell Paid, we still flockin', when people be watchin', I know that they sick of us, load the glizzy, black Suburbans is tinted up, used to flockin' to live, ain't no givin' up. Doin' hits out of stolen cars, foe nem got Blickies, they trippin' off Ecstasy, rest in peace, we got all the sauce, spice too drippy, people lovin' my energy, catch a victim then pick 'em off, time to go slide and surprise all my enemies. Forever situated, count a lot of racks, try to pull up on me and i'm flockin' back

Denz Flockz - Verse 3:
40 shot clutchin', i'm posted wit' 20's too, play disrespect and we bendin' you, that ain't 'bout nothin', flockin' to live, call me general, n***as talk rich, ain't no principle, end of discussion, pointers on diamonds, no decimal, check the suppressor, that's federal, pistol, we dumpin', body disintegrate, we never give or take, oppers on dinner plates, knock and start bustin', .30s wit' ninas, that chop is so special, truth'll be told, ain't got nothin' against you, frontin' on me, North Korea, my missile, been gettin' rowdy before all the rebels, I been gettin' chips, I ain't talkin' no kettle, a flock wit' a stick, what you call heavy metal, the glizzy be special, I'm a dizzy devil, keep private attorneys to cop us the settle. Flockin' Blicky individual, body these n***as, straight lyrical, damage is critical, pussy n***a, we ain't feelin' you, situations on a pedestal, we keep a friend or two, money, we spend a few, foreign designer my visual, opp-pussy, I done bend a few, wife is massagin' my genitals, n***as is pitiful, try to front, watch how we airin' you

K-Tone - Verse 4:
Its K-Tone, I be droppin' shit, rest in peace Rich, on the gang he was flockin' shit, 30 clip, what a opp'll get, pop a n***a top, hit 'em harder than a grabba' spliff, stay high, marijuana lit, on the pavement, it ain't hard for me to find a brick, poker face, gotta' find the chips, and I just paid 3,500 on designer shit, Margielas, Louboutin in it, stash box tricky, blue and white, couldn't find the Blick, say my name, better find the grip, your clip too short like 8 for a dime a piff. I advise you respect me more, LV monogram t-shirt like a checkerboard, in your hood they respect me more, flew through ya' block, better pray that your vest be on, hollow tips and his chest be gone, ain't a artist, but you know that the Tec be drawn, savin' hoes, hope the cape is on, I don't cuff treesh, we don't fuck wit' no basic jawn. Can't catch me wit' a basic grip, never do high-points, cause I shot till I break the shit, cook Coke like I make the shit, and I be with the Gz and they shoot up ya, wake ya' shit