22Gz – Goofy/Back On Blood (Audio, Lyrics)

22Gz is out with “Goofy/Back On Blood” co-produced by Jamil4x & Pxcoyo. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

22gz Goofyback On Blood

A beef is brewing in New York City. It all began with a Pitchfork article that called the Staten Island rapper CJ a knockoff of 22Gz. A screenshot was posted to 22Gz Instagram page where he compared the Staten Island rapper to none other than Tekashi 6ix9ine.

CJ has seemingly been brushing off the feud to celebrate the success of “BOP” but 22Gz isn’t done. The rapper returned with a brand new track this morning titled, “Goofy/Back In Blood.” The double whammy kicks off with 22Gz taking direct aim at CJ over the “Whoopty” instrumental before transitioning into Pooh Shiesty’s “Back In Blood” to finish the job and give Kodak Black a rightful welcome home message.

22Gz – Goofy/Back On Blood (prod. Jamil4x & Pxcoyo)

Lyrics

[Part I: Goofy]

[Intro]
Sniper the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky
Suck my dick
Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch

[Verse 1]
Whoopty
Now niggas thinkin’ they loopie
You a dickriding groupie
They lookin’ at me like I’m Tunechi
Put these niggas in the place, hit ’em with the Drac’, slide like toosie
Lil’ niggas wanna race, pull up in a Wraith, hit him in his hoopty
Spooky, turn this shit into a movie
Niggas wanna be like 22, ’cause I’m the one like 23
I’m the greatest, I originated all these drill music that you niggas makin’
Where was you at when shit was shakin’?
I’ma turn this to a situation
Niggas run up in yo casa with the Revolver, blood yo māthā
Now you niggas sayin’ māthā? Lil’ nigga’s an imposter
Nigga never heard of choppa, soundin’ like a helicopter
Leave a nigga like hafa, he won’t even need a doctor
Nigga who shot ya?
Heard he not even whoopty, smoke a nigga like a loose seat
I’m a general, salute me
Niggas cappin’, oh move me
New beef, niggas at war don’t do peace
Instead of you being UD, niggas tryna be the new me

[Part II: Back in Blood]

[Intro]
Jamil
Twirl, twirl
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[Verse 2]
I know killers said they first photoshoot when they took him up
Stolen me some filled with Blixkys, snipers trillin’ just because
Brand new Glizzy stuffed the 50, put this FN, hold a dub
Catch him slippin’, drop the windows, split his māthā with a slug
Do a hit, boost my adrenaline, I love the smell of blood
He ain’t even seen my little stepper pop right up outta cut
In the club, he caught a headshot, ’cause he was playin’ drunk
Pass that Zaza. yeah that’s dead niggas we rolled up in the blunt
[?] stuck up in a [?], but I can’t [?]
Kodak in and out that jam, when he comes home we goin’ up
He got diamonds, and they dancin’ to 11, give it up
We the ones, but all the guns and all the funs and all of Runtz
All them opp niggas linked up, who gives a fuck, they went get plucked
Hollows bust a nigga tummy, tryna spill a nigga guts
‘burbans tinted, twirlers spinnin’, set us up you know we [?]
Niggas stealin’ on my drip, it’s time to get it back in blood

[Outro]
It’s time to get it back in blood, nigga pull up to my show, he gettin’ hit inside the club
He gettin’ hit inside the club, goin’ nowhere without my blicky, know I snuck him with a snub
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang