"22 (Long Way Down)" lyrics

Wait
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow (Uh)
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, yaow
Yeow, yeow, ya...

Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't fuck with the opps (Opps)
See them there, we damn those (Huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two

(Woah, woah)
Nah, I can't cuff a bop
Pull up quick like... (Woah)
Who know that love would die?
And this shit cost twenty-two
With a groupie, I signed her boobs
And I'm knockin' that ho out her boots
True Religion, I be true
And I think that I like you
That's my bitch, but I like you too
Shit'll feel like Ike and Tina, Top Kid like Ikey Turner
She says she like my demeanor
I won't text her on no burner (Oh)
I'm in Texas riding through Decatur
I be pulling off, I won't see you later
And I heard this car like Mater
Brand new bitch, I had to save her
And this watch here cost some paper
Happy G-day Blake, my twin, but I still look like Xavier
I'd die 'bout my nana
We'll kill him, yeah, we aband' him
He was gang, but we abandon
Ride with the Glock, it's [?]
Wake up, turn them bands on
I don't gotta say more
Wait

Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't fuck with the opps (Opps)
See them there, we damn those (Huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two
Ride around with my Glock (Glock)
Been there, came with ammo
No, I don't fuck with the opps (Opps)
See them there, we damn those (Huh)
This Glock not .22 and my car on twenty-two's
I'm a young nigga, twenty-two
And these shoes cost twenty-two