[Intro: ALLBLACK]
P-Lo, thank you
Na, I ain't really the type to be out here boasting
All that look at me ass shit
I ain't really the type to be out here boasting
P-Lo, thank you
[?] weak ass, weirdo ass shit

[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Na, I ain't the type to be out here boasting
Taking pics with hella money, with the strap showing
Glizzy deep in PSD's, you can't see shit poking
Crumbled up blues, [?] CashApp loaded
[?] tatted on my leg, from all this running
Need to change my name to [?] how my [?] bussing
[?] the hoes thought that I was [?] Jones
Got n***as' faces looking like they [?] Robotussin
All that hatred in your heart, that's why you broke now
Kept it so real, these n***as hate it when I come around
N***as remind me of the coat I had in first grade
Sitting there with all the dirty shit in lost and found
Kid ass pockets, [?] watches and thin ass wallets
Used to be balling, now you folding [?]
Told that bitch before we kick it, I need a deposit
Keep speaking on me, and get slapped, like [?]
[Verse 2: 22nd Jim]
I think these bitches love the way I shit talk
I got these n***as scared, they know I stick talk
If I ain't flippin packs, I'm getting bricks off
I got this n***a mad, I knocked his bitch off
I know a couple gangstas,, really ohe me favors
Don't speak on me, the [?] out of anger
I'm the type to put my strap down, and really bank ya
I can't stand these broke n***as, fuck around the [?]
It's like a n***a [?] put the stick down
[?] sipping drank, having us a sit down
Oh that's your ho? She on my dick now
I got her running round, shit, that's my bitch now
I told them boys to listen, they ain't wanna hear
A lotta n***as talk it, but I ain't never fear them
A lotta n***as talk it, but they ain't never did it
I could walk it, I could talk it, 'cause I really live it

[Verse 3: ALLBLACK]
Caught n***as lacking by the alley, [?] the bible
I should've bunny earsed his pocket, slapped him with the rifle
But I ain't doing no more favors, that broke shit got him
Even your mom said my son don't want no problems
Pulled up to 24, [?] slappin that ALLBLACK
Talking 'bout nephew, you and Jim got the hood on your back
That to the thugs, queens asking for pictures and hugs
[?] my bankroll for the kids, and gave them all a dub
[Verse 4: 22nd Jim]
I bet you n***as hate how we beat up the dice
Anything you n***as did, I done did it twice
I bet you n***as hate it when we on the scene
Sometimes I toat that fully when I'm feeling mean
Finesse you out that bag, boy, you n***as green
Either you with us or against us, ain't no in between
I bet your mans will never get his life back
Nine shots later, flexin, they don't like that

[Outro: 22nd Jim]
Bitch ass n***as
Yeah
22nd ways, n***a
Hahahah
I ain't really the type to be out here boasting
22nd ways, n***a