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ruger knine - 22 lyrics

[hook]
.22 ar if you talking let it gat, we ain’t taking pennies only pockets that are fat
he say he want the smoke next day i know he finna rat
when the feds pull up we ain’t scared to attack
short barrel with my beam but i know it gon smack
i ain’t got funds soon but imma let em stack
yeah his b+tch crazy well i’m even more whack
yeah ur girl stained we gon get that b+tch real tapped
got a 12 gauge shotty i be on my trucker sh+t
.22 with a beam imma let that f+cker kick
i’m on my tech i feel nauseous after a couple sips
now i’m swing off that act your house my new l!ck uh

[verse 1]
choppa make him do hiccups, yeah get ur b+tch off
you thinking that i’m sick but off this zah know i’m gon cough
taking strokes out my game but we ain’t play no golf
feeling like edward like where is my rictof
p+ssy talking sh+t so i put them gorillas on ur neck
they are crazy so i think they need to see a vet
you gon treat em like ur dogs but they ain’t no pets
all my boys by my side got my goonies on deck
so i pull up on rats cuz i don’t f+ck wit feds
he crying cuz his pockets small all his cash i kept
i know he sad i got his ex now he gon wep
i’m moving real slow soon i’m finna take a step

moving up in the ranks got the vvs call em stitch
feeling sh+t at 1+4 still the same at 1+6
long nose rifle soon imma let it itch
bullets sharp like a needle hurts more than a pinch
whatchu want from me whactchu want from her
feeling all grey so my colors just like the spurs
you talking bout the kitty but you ain’t make it pur
but i’m talking bout the millies i know that sh+t it hurts
pull up let it roar now you fly like a bird
i say a lot sh+t but i give you my word
feel like heatblast soon ur body will burn
hating on me soon thinking that you’ll turn

running real fast soon imma win the race
you all up in the whip 12’s looking for ur face
they taking steps back cuz they tryna retrace
i ain’t need norubber but that sh+ts hard to erase

[hook]
.22 ar if you talking let it gat, we ain’t taking pennies only pockets that are fat
he say he want the smoke next day i know he finna rat
when the feds pull up we ain’t scared to attack
short barrel with my beam but i know it gon smack
i ain’t got funds but soon imma let em stack
yeah his b+tch crazy well i’m even more whack
yeah ur girl stained we gon get that b+tch real tapped
got a 12 gauge shotty i be on my trucker sh+t
.22 with a beam imma let that f+cker kick
i’m on my tech i feel nauseous after a couple sips
now i’m swing off that act your house my new l!ck uh

- ruger knine lyrics

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