LYRICS: 22Gz Feat. Shawny Binladen – Max Out

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LYRICS: 22Gz Feat. Shawny Binladen - Max Out
LYRICS: 22Gz Feat. Shawny Binladen – Max Out

22Gz Max Out Lyrics

Intro

Muddi Gold

Verse 1: 22Gz

I pour a four of that drip in the Fanta

Brand new blick’ on me, no, it ain’t jammin’

Nigga, we trappin’ and robbin’, and scammin’

High off the gumbo, I don’t see a landin’

I put a opp on a flight, we sent that boy on a long vacation

I get to tweakin’, I ain’t got patience

If he’s screw-faced, then we give him a facelift

Came out the lobby, it wasn’t no basement

But we from the bottom, way under the basement

We see police, hit the gas, let ’em chase us

Killy my banna, no, he ain’t Jamaican

If I’m with your bitch, bet I fuck up her makeup

If I back up the blick’, I won’t give him a tape up

You see me grindin’ but I ain’t no skatеr

They stealin’ the saucе, but they ain’t got flavor

Slide in the Trackhawk

Vultures’ll land on your block like a Blackhawk

Said he want smoke? He gon’ get what he asked for

Kick in your door with the blick’ like a task force

If this was a race, then I already lapped y’all

Shit gettin’ hot, they tryna back off

He tried to run, hit the switch, take his back off

Took it tough on the net what he got head tapped for

He got lined through a bitch, made her open the back door

Chorus: 22Gz

I’m with the gremlins and crash-outs

Twirlers and choos in the background

Act bad, I got the MACs out

Free all the guys, ’bout to max out

I had your bitch, make her tap out

Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out

Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, “Keep swipin’ until that shit max out”

I’m with the gremlins and crash-outs

Twirlers and choos in the background

Act bad, I got the MACs out

Free all the guys, ’bout to max out

I had your bitch, make her tap out

Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out

Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, “Keep swipin’ until that shit max out”

Verse 2: 22Gz

Niggas want beef on the internet

I ain’t into that ’cause I been a threat

Told myself, “I won’t sleep, I ain’t kill him yet”

We been lurkin’ for weeks, still ain’t see him yet

They been copyin’ drip, I invented that

If we spinnin’, the windows is tinted black

We like Men In Black

Niggas diss me, get mad when I’m dissin’ back

When I leave out the crib, can’t forget the strap

Verse 3: Shawny Binladen

Yeah, if he not dead, then we bendin’ back

That boy not an ‘ooter, that boy, he be sittin’ back

Opp in a blunt, hell no, you can’t get him back

Bop, bop, bop, yeah, the clip, I extended that

Back up the blick’, bro got a .40 and he lettin’ off six

Brand new G and this shit got a kick

Just got a MAC and it came with a kit

Nothin’ but yellows and mags in this bitch

Chorus: 22Gz

I’m with the gremlins and crash-outs

Twirlers and choos in the background

Act bad, I got the MACs out

Free all the guys, ’bout to max out

I had your bitch, make her tap out

Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out

Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, “Keep swipin’ until that shit max out”

I’m with the gremlins and crash-outs

Twirlers and choos in the background

Act bad, I got the MACs out

Free all the guys, ’bout to max out

I had your bitch, make her tap out

Then we spin to the bank, make her cash out

Send her in a spot with a piece, tell a treesh, “Keep swipin’ until that shit max out”

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