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4 locos - c blu, kay glizz, nunnie da iii & gotti blu lyrics

[verse 1: gotti blu]
i’m tired of n*ggas, they capping
when we spinning, we making sh*t graphic
i know an opp who got caught up in traffic
sha got beat and that lil n*gga jacked it
if that was me, i was spinning same day with my g
i’m coming dolo, all black with my ski
cause i don’t really know who flocking for me
if you wanna be down, go slidin’ for free
and don’t come around if you not providing the team
i call kg, he gon’ slide with the tz
if he bunny hop, he get dropped on the scene
you better not run when we hop out the v
get em, i know mali gon hawk em and hit em
his gun got a beam, ain’t no way he gon miss em

[verse 2: nunnie da iii, c blu]
i’m getting sick of the talking
these n*ggas never outside
legshot, he better watch where he walking (grah, grah, boom)
he got hit cause he had too much pride
circle they block, we in love with the torching (on bro)
when we bend, all of them n*ggas hide
got ptsd, i could never be horsing (grah, grah, boom)
faceshot, mali got shot in his mind (mali)
n*ggas be lying in tracks, like they really getting them ys, that sh*t is a lie (c blu)
jeff got shot, and them n*ggas never did nothing
they’re lucky that n*gga ain’t die (grah, grah)
gotta cover my tats and put on my gloves whenever we going to slide
they got me back on my bullsh*t, f*ck everybody (grah, grah)
it’s up if you not one of mines (grah, grah, boom)

[verse 3: c blu]
we gon hop out and get em, bro throw when i throw, we gon cl!ck at a rhythm (like)
that boy died eating chicken, he ain’t have his g and n*ggas got up with him
better keep you a knock cause i got mine
[?] 1*8*3 or be a hotline
i can’t go out like rah rah at the stop sign
headtap gang, they put his ass on fox 5
and i’m tryna put a structure in this splee
n*ggas saying my name and never did a thing
but we got the addy, apartment 2c, i’m gon post by his door like i work for ring
all the thots wanna f*ck and wear all of my bling
i heard she the line, so i won’t trust a thing
if we linking past 8, i’m going with my g
and the way she ate d*ck, i almost fell asleep
but she call up her friend to party on my meat
it’s a 2 v 1, i bet you i’mma geek
put the thumb in her uhhuh, show her i’mma freak

[verse 4: kay glizz]
(frah; frah, frah boom)
everybody know how the f*ck we get
and if you know me, you could find out quick
clapping on they block, then get low off that strip
but how could i beef with a gunshot vic
better keep your knock or you gon be sick
put the beam on his b*tch, ain’t no way i could miss
all these yg n*ggas tryna make a diss
like y’all and woo lotti can suck my d*ck
everytime i spot an opp, i upped and fl!cked
we bangin on rapper, go and ask the six
kha struc need to invest in a grip
i guess he got hit and decided to dip
that could never be me, [?] glizzy tucked, i’m always on defense
i be cooling while smoking deceased kids (ray pizz)
the g6, bet these hollow tips grease him
me and blu smoking pizz and he chiefing
gotti told me flock it once i peeped him
once he hear a diss, he get on his creep sh*t
clap clap, then get off of that scene quick

- c blu kay glizz nunnie da iii gotti blu lyrics

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