[Flame] 🔥 22Gz - Careers Lyrics
[Intro]
Ghosty
Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
[Chorus]
Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared (Bah, Bah, Bah)
You niggas keep dissin’ and droppin’ rakes (Grr)
I gave you niggas careers (Ohh)
You should be grateful for me (Bap, bap)
Say thank you to me ’cause we shootin’ for heads (Rra, rra, rra)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin’ him dead (Skrt)
Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared (Rra, rra, rra)
You niggas keep dissin’ and droppin’ rakes
I gave you niggas careers (Skrrt, oh)
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me ’cause we shootin’ for heads (Bah-bah-bah)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin’ him dead (Skrrt)
[Verse 1]
If it wasn’t on 22Gz
Nigga, who would you diss? (Bap-bap-bap)
I don’t even know you niggas
You don’t even spin (You don’t even spin)
Hop out with snipers and blickys
Got flockers and twirlers parked up where you live
Niggas be sayin’, “it’s lit” (Ohh)
But really that ain’t what it is
Pop out, that’s a stain on the blick (Stain on the blick)
I ain’t heard your name in the mix (Your name in the mix)
These niggas be playin’ the snitch? (Playin’ the snitch)
Mentionin’ stains they ain’t did (Mentionin’ stains they ain’t did)
I ain’t emptied his name on a clip (Name on a clip)
‘Cause he tried to play with a blick (Play with a blick)
I’m puttin his name on cement (On cement)
Whatever, I’m sayin’, I meant (Whatever, I’m sayin’, I meant)
[Chorus]
Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared
You niggas keep dissin’ and droppin’ rakes
I gave you niggas careers
You should be grateful for me (Bap-bap-bap)
Say thank you to me ’cause we shootin’ for heads
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin’ him dead
Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared (Rra, rra, rra)
You niggas keep dissin’ and droppin’ rakes
I gave you niggas careers (Skrt)
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me ’cause we shootin’ for heads
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin’ him dead (Skrt)
[Verse 2]
I know these niggas my fans
Copy my bop, my stance
Stealin’ my drip, my swag
Might as well call me your dad
‘Cause I done fathered your flow (Pussy)
Took it from me and we already know
Niggas done copied my dance (My dance)
Added they moves and made it they own
Niggas is duplicates (Duplicates)
But they ain’t the real thing, they ain’t shootin’ shit
What’s on your rap sheet? (Rap sheet)
Charges don’t tell me that you really clap heat (Clap heat, clap heat)
Catch you in the back street (Back street)
Passenger side, sun roof or the back seat
You niggas ain’t active
You don’t make the movies, you niggas just actors (Gang, gang, gang)
[Chorus]
Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared
You niggas keep dissin’ and droppin’ rakes
I gave you niggas careers
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me ’cause we shootin’ for heads (Rra, rra, rra)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin’ him dead (Skrt)
Deep down inside, I know you niggas is scared (Rra, rra, rra)
You niggas keep dissin’ and droppin’ rakes
I gave you niggas careers (Skrt)
You should be grateful for me
Say thank you to me ’cause we shootin’ for heads (Bap-bap-bap)
We left him slumped in the whip
Toe tag, they pronouncin’ him dead (Skrt)
[Outro]
Bap-bap-bap
Suck my dick
Grr
Gang-gang-gang
Sniper, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky, the blicky