CoachDaGhost, 22Gz - Movie Lyrics

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 that they sick

Shine
When I'm in the bush it's action, I'm tapping with 22
How you know?
Your treesh wanna slide for the slappings
You know what the Henny do
Trisha
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 (gang folk)
Gang in the spot, hella shit can get your bitch moving friendly too (shiggy the shiggy)
Bending with snipers and blickys, 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, or your lobby will turn into a homi
This situation can get spooky
They confuse me, sheesh
But I'm strapped, so you better stand two feet

Two Deep, Two Deep
Folks chill in my whip with an Uzi
Open his matta (matta)
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

Let me know, cause I'm ready to crash out
Catch a body next morning, then I cash out
Took your bitch, then we spin 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 winner crew
A couple people say I changed
'Cause I got change, they like, "What got into you?"
I don't never shoot unless its close range
Two chops, they identical
The rakes drop, do a face shot
Mama love crying at your funeral

Baby treesh, she tryna get slapped out
See a opp and I'm fiending 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
Opps side, I'm with the gang
Catch a nigga slipping, that's another stain
Duck for cover when we spinning through
Hittas in the van, tryna clip him too
Screaming long live Nick Blick
Showing no remorse when we bend it through

I knew I would make it, I been the truth
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 its war time
They be 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 .9s
I demand my respect I don't draw lines
Catching bodies on my off time (shine)
They know it's 'bout to get critical
Mines 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 their 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)
(Show that)
(Ra, ra, ra, ra)
(Shine)