22Gz began gaining a following back in 2016 after he released the singles “Blixky” and “Suburban”. The latter, which was produced by London based drill/UK grime producer AXL Beats, is regarded as one of the first major Brookyln drill songs to become popular.
He was later signed to Kodak Black’s Florida based label, Sniper Gang, in 2018.
His first major mixtape, The Blixky Tape, was released through Atlantic Records in the summer of 2019.
Everything Dead
22Gz Lyrics
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Rrah, rrah-rrah
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Blicky the blicky, the blicky, the blicky
We leavin' everything dead (everything dead)
My lil' stepper, he start seein' red
Walk up, aim the blick at his head (Blicky the blicky)
Got the drop, where they at from a lay
They gon' pull up and put him to bed (rrah, rrah)
He got smoke 'cause he spoke on the dead (skrrt)
Hollow tips hit his body and spread (and spread)
We some steppers, so you better tread (uh-huh)
Real lighter, we'll chop off your head (we'll chop off your head)
Ten toes, nigga, I took a pledge
You can't hang, you can't ain't spin for the set (skrrt)
Spin the block, do a drill just for rep' (boom, boom)
Fuck around and an opp'll get left (opp'll get left)
Bro got an iPhone in the feds (uh-huh)
Out the window, we leavin' a mess (we leavin' a mess, grrt)
It ain't nowhere to run (it ain't nowhere to run)
All he saw was the flash from the gun (boom, boom, boom)
Fuck the opps, niggas smokin', they dead (uh-huh)
Bust a shot, hit his matha, he done (matha, matha)
Think he invincible, really just drunk
Broad daylight, shooters really'll dump
Shorty a freak, she do tricks with her tongue
Bro in account, he be home in a month (gang, gang)
And we back at it (uh-huh)
Fake opps, diss tracks, niggas laugh at it (rrah, rrah)
Like what they gon' go when we clap at 'em? (Skrrt, skrrt)
Send a shot through the whip, watch the glass shatter (grrt)
He got caught at the stu' and got hit tryna make him a hit (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh, my lil' stepper been slidin' since juvie, been playin' with sticks (skrrt, skrrt)
He ain't thinkin', "What happened?" He gaspin', he fightin' to live (man down, man down)
He seein' flashes, I doubt they gon' open the casket (they can't open the casket)
Might get to crashin', every opp shot, we could ban Manhattan (boom, boom)
Gun in the jacket, I know some niggas who'll die with they ratchet (Blicky the blicky)
Drillin' in fashion (rrah-rrah), see the jakes, I'ma mash it
Opps niggas know who get active, stop all the cappin' (stop all that cappin')
Niggas know what's gon' happen, we catch 'em in traffic
These opps niggas rookies, I been movin' milli'
Why he popped out to the A? That was silly (stupid)
Claim they outside, but they ain't gettin' busy
I make it hot, take the Greyhound to Philly (skrrt, skrrt)
My lil' stepper'll tie up his dreads (tie up his dreads)
'Ooter tweakin' like that nigga Ed (huh?)
Off a bike, do a drill off the pegs (skrrt, skrrt)
Watch what you say 'cause them gremlins'll step (gremlins'll step)
Drop a bag, they gon' spin for the bread (gang, gang, gang)
Catch him slippin' and fill him with lead (fill him with lead)
Ask around, they gon' say I'm a threat (I been a threat)
Type to spin through your block and address (gang, gang, gang)
We leavin' everything dead (everything dead)
My lil' stepper, he start seein' red (start seein' red)
Walk up, aim the blick at his head (the blick at his head)
Out the whip, in a Beamer, we fled (boom, boom, boom)
Got the drop, where they at from a lay (from a lay)
They gon' pull up and put him to bed (they put him to bed)
He got smoke 'cause he spoke on the dead (man down, man down)
Hollow tips hit his body and spread (Blicky the blicky)
He got killed for the shit that he said
I don't shoot at the car, rather walk up instead (rather walk up instead)
Know the oppers could never forget (could never forget)
That's the reason why them niggas 'fessed (why them niggas 'fessed)
My lil' stepper start wavin' and shit (wavin')
Gen4 Glock and it came with a switch (boom, boom)
Catch him in traffic, his brains in his whip (rrah-rrah)
Walk up on him, aim it and click (click)
Niggas ain't playin' that shit (niggas ain't playin')
Bro spot an opp, get to flamin' the blick (grrt)
Mask on, strap drawn, hangin' out whips (hangin' out whips)
I catch a case and I'm pleadin' the fifth (boom, boom)
We leavin' everything dead (everything dead)
My lil' stepper, he start seein' red
Walk up, aim the blick at his head (Blicky the blicky)
Out the whip, in a Beamer, we fled
Got the drop, where they at from a lay
They gon' pull up and put him to bed (rrah, rrah)
He got smoke 'cause he spoke on the dead (skrrt)
Hollow tips hit his body and spread (and spread)
We leavin' everything dead
Bet them steppers gon' put him to bed
Woke up, aim the blick at his head
Out the whip, in a Beamer, we fled
Gang, gang, gang
The lyrics of "Everything Dead" by 22Gz paint a vivid picture of the violent and ruthless lifestyle of a gang member. The song glorifies a culture of retaliation and violence, where conflicts are resolved through deadly force. The repeated references to "Blicky the blicky" suggest a weapon (likely a gun) being used to assert power and dominance.
The lyrics describe a scenario where the singer and his crew take matters into their own hands, seeking revenge on those who have wronged them. They show no mercy for their enemies and are willing to go to extreme lengths to eliminate anyone who crosses them. The use of terms like "steppers" and "opp" indicate a mindset of constant vigilance and readiness to engage in violent confrontations.
The imagery of leaving "everything dead" and filling bodies with bullets underscores the brutal nature of this lifestyle. The singer is portrayed as fearless and unapologetic, willing to risk everything for their crew and their reputation. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty and brotherhood, highlighting the importance of standing by one's crew no matter the cost.
Overall, the lyrics of "Everything Dead" by 22Gz offer a glimpse into a world where violence and aggression reign supreme, where survival is dependent on being willing to go to any extreme. The song serves as a gritty portrayal of street life and the harsh realities that come with it, capturing the unrelenting violence and danger that permeate the singer's world.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Written by: Jeffrey Alexander, Marc Anthony Alier
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@geecheefarmer
The growth and development been real for 22gz. Been a fan since day 1.
@beefynfn
Nah see this comment underrated any real 22Gz fan would know
@22Gz
Thank you Gang, we got more on the way.
@Idiot520
@@22Gzu fell off
@noskivbond24
Best in nyc drill from day 1
@user-jd3wt6id6z
Uh, the gang, been good to me
Been bad to my homies, keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
@nathanielharms4013
One of the few NY rappers still releasing authentic New York drill while still changing up your style. Mad respect bro keep it up
@BiggaPicasso-wn8sj
How he a rat 🐀
@mclovin6629
Mom & Dad Wake Up, 22gz Is Dropping 🙏🏽
@timmyocallaghan2745
the production for the music video is unreal