Video 22 de Afourteen 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Afourteen - 22 Lyrics

[Intro]
(SKOT)
Yeah, check it

[Verse 1]
Always the one, I never been the two, or three, or four wit' it (Nah)
Like where I'm at, these bitches say they want some more of it, like fuck
Call up my bro, we put you in the floor and shit (Yeah)
Hop in that whip, the truck pull up, you bet we floorin' it, wassup?
Hide that chain if you don't want that shit took (Yeah)
I run 'round with that motherfuckin' bluh, bluh (Huh)
Heavy ass guns, yuh, illegal weaponry
I'm high as fuck, yeah, I'm somewhere in the heavens, B
You dumb as fuck if you think that you ahead of me
Could write a book 'bout the motherfuckin' shit I seen
Bad-ass bitches, you know thеy hangin' with the team
And we gеt mad riches, the shit that you could only dream about (Man)
Remember back when motherfuckers used to doubt us?
Now we the only thing they ever talkin' 'bout, yuh (Yuh)

[Interlude]
And that shit was just fuckin' me punchin' in, bitch
Like, I don't
I do this shit for fuckin' sport, you feel me? Ha

[Verse 2]
Lyin' on my neck, yeah, they love to do it (Yeah)
They bitches ride my dick, yeah, it stay congruent
Runnin' to that money, yeah, I love to do it
They hate, and hate, and hate, and, yeah, they love to do it
Huh, huh
Had to let it go, huh
Bustin' out the window, bustin' hella poles
Life been like a motion picture, fuckin' let it roll (Yeah)
We been in that Rolls Royce fuckin' pushin', yo (Blah)
Fuckin' pushin', yo (Blah)
Fuck, we do it, yo (Yah)
Fuck what they say 'cause I motherfuckin' do it, ho (Yeah)
Life been beautiful, I'm pushin' with some through the snow (Oh, yeah)
With yo' bitch, you know she come through and she drop it low (Get down)
Uh, uh, yeah (Uh-uh, yeah)
With yo' bitch, you know she come through and she drop it low (Uh, yeah)
Uh, uh, yeah (Uh-uh, huh)
All that, "Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh" (Yeah, ha!)
[Interlude]
(Fuck, man) Hahaha
Yo (I don't even know what to say, man)
I can't, I can't put another verse down, though
This be fuckin' retarded, man, but
Fuck it
Yeah

[Verse 3]
Swing, swing, swing, yeah, we swingin', homie
Big chains, big pocket change, change, lil' homie
I don't know a single rapper that can hang wit' homie
Every time I pull up, yeah, they ain't got shit on me (Ha)
Ah, shit on me
Yeah, got shit on me
Bad bitch inside the crib, she cookin' rigatoni for me
I know you ain't whole pain, but that's that fade away, homie
Lotta rapper tryna clown me, but they can't, that shit phony as hell
What you cappin' 'bout? My life been actually funny as hell
Over here I'm smokin' big 'za, but nothin' for sale
I rise up in the dark at night, huh, no Christian Bale
I know you feel it when I say it like you tryna read braille
I set my homies up for life, yeah, we all gon' prevail (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch (Type shit)
I get big paper, yeah, your pockets? They frail, bitch
[Outro]
C'mon, man, like, I'm gettin' pissed the fuck off
Stop fuckin' playin' with me, bro, like, damn
Damn