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Nesty Gzz
Nesty Gzz
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Svaroda
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Say Drilly
Say Drilly
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Nesty Gzz
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30 gang, tryna sign us a check Noah got stomped, like Nigga, who next (like, what) Drilly gang, but I pull up with jets Yellow got shot, bullets Ripped through his chest And I heard Jacob died with a vest Man, his loccs hurt when he Switched on the set And I heard Jacob died with a vest Man, his loccs hurt when He switch on a set (like, what) And I don't understand, speak facts Jay tried to run got shots To his back (JayRip) Bobby ran, got turned to a pack, like Who gone spin Like, come Get back (like, what) Catch a flocka and get put On some shirts Been a way, we gon' shoot Up the hearse Tell my bitch, put the gun in Her purse Niggas don't live what they Rap in they verse Brodie geekin', he ready to blitz (Like what) Thunder Bklu ran Got caught, got tripped (gang, gang) Milly Wop got a beat With a stick (glah) and He still didn' get back (glah) He just post all of the Shit (glah, glah, boom) So you know they don't Live what they rap Drilly gang, yeah we known For the packs Tell 'em free Nas, he soon Be back And we smokin' on Blay That boy got whacked (free Nas) Get low, move tactic, Guey hop out He gon' shoot through The jacket (trendy) Write an o's on the book Ok need a packet Smelly got poked, got Put in a casket (OYK) And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot He on the book tryna Move like a bad kid (ReywayK) And I heard Mali ran, he a faggot He on the book tryna move Like a bad kid (like what) And I keep me a new chop For the old opps 'Cause they still on dick (like what) But I keep me a old chop For the new opps 'Cause they still ain't do shit (At all) Tell them niggas get back 'Cause it's lit Tell them get back 'cause We smokin' JayRip, like Tell them niggas get back 'Cause it's lit Tell them get back 'cause we Smokin' JayRip, like Shoot first, got the chop on My hand 'cause the crew hurt Smokin' dead through the Sev' Got his tooth hurt If he's dead or alive, gotta' reverse Moving wocky, I'ma pack you Hollow tips spraying Fucking up his tattoo Don't care who you with You get packed too Didn't even chase 'em Runnin' out his damn shoes These bitch niggas DrillyK (like, what) Couple shots, make 'em levitate Don't talk 'bout the other day Froze the person and Didn't even let it spray And bitch we don't hesitate Back out chops On bro we gon' play today Let off one, watch em' run a race Bro two demons Got up wit' 'em anyway How you smokin' on the Side', Yus Gz came outside (like how) Smokin' JayRipK, he got put in a sky (sky) Shots to his chest and a Nigga went bye These niggas cap, all they Rap is straight lies Smoke-smokin' on tank now I'm Smokin' on 13 (He's dead) Lil' nigga didn't make it to 14 (stupid) Shoot through the hill And I call (like what) 3rd clip, but it came with a beam (at all) I take one for the guys And the team (like look) She a bitch but it's not what It seems (like what) I'm smokin' on Caine, while I'm looking for Keem (Keem, Keem, Keem) She a baba, I'm all in her Jeans, (like) look See PJ get hit with a hollow (Glah, boom) Hop out, only I'ma follow (baow) BigDieSev, yeah, I stay with a Vato (Glah, glah) Free Jah, free Taco, Big Die L's I'm spinnin' with (t all) Free Jah, free Taco, BigDieL's I'm Spinnin' with From the 8th to the gates Go way back (what) Don't spin (glah) my block That V get flipped (glah, glah, boom) Two shots gon' fuck up his Fitted cap (glah, glah boom) Most of these niggas ain't gettin' back Oh, you mention my name (what) So that means you don't care 'Bout life, 'cause you know How I get (He dead) I don't know you, so get Off my dick, playin' Charlie, Charlie Slidin' through the Mitch Now we kick in the door (door) (Ayy, X) Get yo' mans Off the floor, 'fore you talk you Better check the score (score) Because we need it all I'ma click till its gone, know That feeling when he hit The floor (floor) Bitches like, why I can't get near you You a thot, let me and LA share you (LA) Got a chop so like Why would I fear you (LA) Test my gangster, (what) Play it, like I dare you (boom, boom) I just call my young boy Gon' clear you (juju) Pull that trigger, nigga, prolly Scared to (baow) And you tough with a gun, I hear you Until you on the other side Of that barrel (what He dead) I ain't trip when they Said what they said (baow) Mention Rah, so they Basically dead (be dead) Mask on, they ain't see the Dreads, do a hit off a bike My shooter on the 'pegs (Boom, boom, boom) I be gettin' ate up on a reg' But if she wanna fuck Then she gotta' beg Ron-Cropto got that niggas head Teach me how to Dougie 'Cause I got a leg I don't fuck with nobody Who you gon' get next to I will never let them know My next move (at all) And we spinnin' in 30s, can't Fuck with no rentals (what baow) Drag attention, knock (baow) Him off his rental (baow, baow) Don't slide on a bike, you Know that ain't the best move (best) 'Cause Smelly got poked every pedal And I still go to the café For a number 13, but that's just The JayRip special (JayRip) Nigga said he was 15 Chased the whole block (what) With a motherfuckin' BB gun (baow, baow) But I was like 13, in Oval And we almost PD sum (dead sum) Ayo, Leaky, you know What I'm talking 'bout (Leaky) Still free Mr. Hawk 'em down Tell 'em TP, 'cause I ain't (What) tryna talk it out (He dead) Shoot a opp, make (He dead) 'Em walk it out Catch a DV, where these Bitches get tossed around He was king 'til he lost his crown Catch a Fiji, we gon' call Him a dolphin now, bullets Shakin' his thoughts around Catch a PD, once I see that He on the ground, know The vibes, I'ma walk 'em down She gon' eat me (what) I got beef with her father now 'Cause I'm dickin' his daughter down And we spinnin', know we Make a mess (baow) Back out chop on a opp Putting 8 to the test (glah, glah) Back the 40's if they Disrespect (glah, boom) Said shit that they dropped Will put 'em to rest (rest) You're supposed to be Klay and I'm Steph Rite went right, but Blay went left Tote for fun I ain't from the BX (R.I.P Ray) But yes, we still smoking on X Yes we be smoking on X Yeah
Writer(s): Sammy Diaz, Nesty Floxks, Dimitri Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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