Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Movie, artist - 22gz.
Date of issue: 21.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Movie |
Just look at the sauce when I drip |
I feel like a boss in this bitch |
Make a move and I’m tossing the clip |
I’m here just to show you that I will not miss |
A lot of opps getting hit |
But I won’t tell the cops, shh |
We gon' keep gettin' rich |
And that’s the reason why they sick |
Shine, when I’m in the bush it’s action, I tap in with 22 |
How you know? |
Your treesh wanna slide for the slappings, you know what the |
Henny do |
Treesha, she asked me if she can bring friends, I told her bring plenty through |
Twirl, twirl |
, I do not hang out with many crews, that’s what the envy do |
[Verse 2: 22Gz & |
CoachDaGhost |
Shine |
I hit up Ghost and the Choos, they snuck hella semis through |
Folk |
, gang in the spot, hella shit, can get your bitch moving frindly, too |
Shiggy the shiggy, bending with snipers and blickis, all of 'em extended, too |
Sniper the blicky |
, if he ain’t dead, we gonna reverse the whip, leave his head in two |
[Verse 3: CoachDaGhost & |
22Gz |
Movie, I’m a rapper but still keep a |
toolie |
Groupies, shine, they be all on my body like new sheets |
Don’t get clapped in your lobby or turned to a homi', the situation can get |
spooky |
They confuse me, sheesh, but I’m strapped, so you better stand two feet |
[Verse 4: 22Gz & |
CoachDaGhost |
Two feet, two feet, folks trailing my whip with an uzi |
Open his māthā (Māthā), we gon' shoot that boy out of his Ksubis |
Gooey, |
ask around, we spank bodies like Boosie |
Unruly, she a treesh, let me play with the coochie ( |
Shine |
Let me know, 'cause I’m ready to crash out |
Catch a body, next morning, I cash out |
Took ya bitch, then we split to the trap house |
Won’t be long 'til I’m blowing her back out |
Go get this money what I’m finna do |
I can’t complain, I’m with the winnin' crew |
A couple people say I changed |
'Cause I got change, they like, «What got into you?» |
I don’t never shoot unless it’s close range, two chops, they identical |
The |
rake drops |
, that’s a face shot, mama love crying at your funeral |
[Verse 6: 22Gz & |
CoachDaGhost |
Bye-bye treesh, she tryna get slapped out |
See a opp, and I’m fiendin' to spaz out |
You the type to freeze up when I back out |
Running your drip, it ain’t no need to map out |
Put a bullet in his brain |
So much in the blicky, I ain’t gotta aim |
Opp sides, I’m with the gang |
Catch a nigga slippin', that’s another stain |
Duck for cover when we spinning through |
Hitters in the van, tryna clip 'em too |
Screaming, «Long live Nick Blixk!» |
Showing no remorse when we bendin' through ( |
Shine |
I knew I would make it, I been the truth (I knew it) |
I only freestyle when I’m in the booth |
If you broke that is sad, there is no excuse |
That’s thirty thousand when I talk to you |
So watch who you talking to |
Your chain, your watch, affordable |
I don’t gotta call a truce |
My choos is with me, and they all can shoot (Choo Dat) |
When ever it’s war time |
Then we right at your door like a floor sign |
I’m a star, but I’m still the coach |
I made it, it’s litty, we all shine |
I rather get caught, I’ma toss mine |
I might just pull up with four nines |
I demand my respect, I don’t draw lines |
Catching bodies on my off time (Shine) |
They know it’s about to get critical |
Mine’s mad, but they know how to hit a few |
One minute, they wasn’t physical |
Then they tried and died, spiritual |
They tell lie in they rhymes, it’s pitiful |
I’ma ride for my side, better get a clue |
How you know that? |
It’s Coach, and TuTu |
And we both will shoot you, anybody can get it, too (Shine) |
Poor now, rich later, how you know? |
Shine |
Choo Dat |
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah |
Shine |