Lyrics Movie - 22gz , CoachDaGhost

Just look at the sauce when I drip
I feel like a boss in this bitch
Make a move and I'm tossing the clip
I'm here just to show you that I will not miss
A lot of opps getting hit
But I won't tell the cops, shh
We gon' keep gettin' rich
And that's the reason why they sick

Shine, when I'm in the bush it's action, I tap in with 22
How you know?
Your treesh wanna slide for the slappings
You know what the Henny do
Treesha
She asked me if she can bring friends
I told her, "bring plenty through"
Twirl, twirl
I do not hang out with many crews, that's what the envy do

Shine, I hit up Ghost and the Choos, they snuck hella semis through
Folk
Gang in the spot, hella shit, can get your bitch moving friendly, too
Shiggy the shiggy
Bending with snipers and blickies, all of 'em extended, too
Sniper the blicky
If he ain't dead, we gonna reverse the whip, leave his head in two

Movie, I'm a rapper but still keep a toolie
Groupies, shine, they be all on my body like new sheets
Don't get clapped in your lobby or turned to a homi'
The situation can get spooky
They confuse me, sheesh
But I'm strapped, so you better stand two feet

Two feet, two feet, folks trailing my whip with an uzi
Open his māthā (Māthā), we gon' shoot that boy out of his Ksubis
Gooey, ask around, we spank bodies like Boosie
Unruly, she a treesh, let me play with the coochie (Shine)

Let me know, 'cause I'm ready to crash out
Catch a body, next morning, I cash out
Took ya bitch, then we split to the trap house
Won't be long 'til I'm blowing her back out
Go get this money what I'm finna do
I can't complain, I'm with the winnin' crew
A couple people say I changed
'Cause I got change, they like, "What got into you?"
I don't never shoot unless it's close range, two chops, they identical
The rake drops, that's a face shot, mama love crying at your funeral

Bye-bye treesh, she tryna get slapped out
See a opp, and I'm fiendin' to spaz out
You the type to freeze up when I back out
Running your drip, it ain't no need to map out
Put a bullet in his brain
So much in the blicky, I ain't gotta aim
Opp sides, I'm with the gang
Catch a nigga slippin', that's another stain
Duck for cover when we spinning through
Hitters in the van, tryna clip 'em too
Screaming, "Long live Nick Blixk!"
Showing no remorse when we bendin' through (Shine)

I knew I would make it, I been the truth (I knew it)
I only freestyle when I'm in the booth
If you broke that is sad, there is no excuse
That's thirty thousand when I talk to you
So watch who you talking to
Your chain, your watch, affordable
I don't gotta call a truce
My choos is with me, and they all can shoot (Choo Dat)
When ever it's war time
Then we right at your door like a floor sign
I'm a star, but I'm still the coach
I made it, it's litty, we all shine
I rather get caught, I'ma toss mine
I might just pull up with four nines
I demand my respect, I don't draw lines
Catching bodies on my off time (Shine)
They know it's about to get critical
Mine's mad, but they know how to hit a few
One minute, they wasn't physical
Then they tried and died, spiritual
They tell lie in they rhymes, it's pitiful
I'ma ride for my side, better get a clue
How you know that? It's Coach, and TuTu
And we both will shoot you, anybody can get it, too (Shine)

Poor now, rich later, how you know?
Shine
Choo Dat
Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah
Shine