[Chorus]
Twenty-two shots, run down with a knocker
I'm feelin' like Ali, but I ain't no boxer
No V2 straps, run down in some joggers
We run up in public with Balenciagas
I got a stick with .106
Red beam, green beam, no, I don't miss
Bullets is hittin' him harder than bricks
He shoot his shot and you know he's gon' brick
He walkin' up and you know I'ma click
He heard my name and he runnin' like Rick
Green on my body, I feel like the Grinch
Green on my body, I'm feelin' like Wick
No drawing
He try to run me, aim it at his arms
If there's one in the house, don't shoot her alarms
If he [?] we gon' cause some harm

[Verse]
Choppa gang, we leavin' 'em dead
Shoot him in his hand, needa pop some minis
N*gga, I shoot a Crip, watch him, he ran
I got a fat plug, that boy fast
He talkin', now we goin' off of his dreads
I'm in that [?], bitch, I'm just a kid
If he talkin', now we pop him [?]
[?] fill him up with lead
You can't see check, 'cause I ask for tips, n*gga (Yes I can)
You my son (No)
You begged me to get up after this shit (No)
So what you gon' do about it?
I'm a virgin and you're not (No, wait, wait, wait, wait, what?)
I'm a virgin and you're not
Nah, that's crazy
You is a bitch to me, you is a baby
You ask for my sauce, I told him like "maybe"
Just send me the [?], turn that shit over
He want that smoke, so I make him cough, yuh
[Chorus]
Twenty-two shots, run down with a knocker
I'm feelin' like Ali, but I ain't no boxer
No V2 straps, run down in some joggers
We run up in public with Balenciagas
I got a stick with .106
Red beam, green beam, no, I don't miss
Bullets is hittin' him harder than bricks
He shoot his shot and you know he's gon' brick
He walkin' up and you know I'ma click
He heard my name and he runnin' like Rick
Green on my body, I feel like the Grinch
Green on my body, I'm feelin' like Wick
No drawing
He try to run me, aim it at his arms
If there's one in the house, don't shoot her alarms
If we can't get out, we gon' cause some harm