Grippin 44z lyrics

[Intro 22Gz]
Blixky da x5, b*tch! Still grippin on 4-4's n*gga

[Verse 1: 22Gz]
Twenty two gizzy, b*tch it's the general Blixky
SRK's goons and the 50’s
Twirl out I'm drippy
Walked down on him 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
b*tch 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
pus*y 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
Stand over him with a glizzy
We spot 'em, we got 'em, we hit 'em (GLLTTTT)
[Verse 2: Envy Caine]
Coka Jigga, top opposition, keep a strap word around I'm a dead man
3 stripes for the spice, Amiri, Givenchy tee, Gucci the head band
Smoking people, drinking dirty compartitents, percocets, don't f*ck 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 all my breesh then I'm comin' now (gimme dat)
Free Skrell Paid, we still floxkin’, them people be watchin' I know that they sick of us
Load the glizzy, black Suburbans is tinted up
We still floxkin’ to live, ain't no giving up
Doin' hits out of stolen cars, foenem got blixky's, they trippin' off ecstasy
Recipe we got all the sauce
Spice 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

[Verse 3: Denz Floxks]
30 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 n*ggas took 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, knocka’s 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 n*ggas straight lyrical
Damage is critical, pus*y n*gga 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 a pus*y I done bend a few, wife been massaging my genitals
n*ggas is pitiful, try to front watch how we airing you
[Verse 4: Ktone]
It's Ktone I be dropping sh*t
Rest in Peace Rich on the gang he was floxkin’ sh*t
30 clip what a opp would get
Pop a n*gga 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 sh*t
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 f*ck with no basic jawn
Can't catch me with no basic grip never do high points cause I shoot 'till I break the sh*t
Cook coke like I make the sh*t and I be with the G's and they'd shoot up ya wake and sh*t