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egs* - famous keyz lyrics

[chorus: famous keyz]
i’m on hots, where the gz at?
with teanna, we flock through his ski mask
with the crips and the bloods, where the d’s at?
i put the beam on his face, he ain’t peep that
on the rey, you know i smoke nazzy (nazzy)
i call fetti to catch him a body (body)
too tact, y’all know i move oppy (oppy)
out on the have, smoking buggout and lotti

[verse 1: famous keyz]
he mixy, he dumb
catch ek, he get robbed for his gun
ogzk, like free all the opps
cj come home, and i’m making him run
doubleg*k, we gon dump on that block
eddie be mad we be smoking mdot (dotty)
like, y’all n*ggas got me on hots
first one to spin gon’ get put in a box
like, don’t run, don’t trip
next thing you know, you’ll get poked in ya sh*t (lotti)
like, y’all n*ggas gotta get grips
i’m with dee pluto, he the only crip (on bro)
f*ck with the 50’s, and the o’s (oy)
last n*gga got beat out his clothes (uh huh)
like, eli got shot for some hoes
but f*ck that, i’m tryna spin on the glo’s (ygk)
[verse 2: lilly g]
first off, i’ma start off like this, y’all b*tches ain’t blitz on a hit
like, me and fetti, posted on nick
if i catch a 2woo, then that’s a new spliff (2woo k)
like, rippy, mexii, jb, dead (mexii)
riite, gpop, lotti dead (lotti)
couple n*ggas got put right to bed
me and teanna might flock off a peg
okay, free fronto
he was putting in pain just for honcho
off a 30., tryna aim at ya taco
jenny, you dirty, where the f*ck is ya moms tho?
ayo winter, you a real bum
b*tches p*ssy, been toting they old gun
it’s like b*tches done had it since day one
he said he got bodies, so i told him to name one

[verse 3: dee pluto]
i could never get lined by a b*tch (c*hii)
i could chill with the gun in my tinted
got henny, we litty
i only feel safe with the bloods and the crippies
f*ck flock, f*ck dougz
i know nesty just needed a hug (poor nesty)
i know n*ggas just not feeling loved
ygk, when they see me, they run (they all run)
n*ggas toting, but never do sh*t (like never)
they can only put trust in fake bl!cky’s
i’m with bloodie, this sh*t could get messy
lilly a demon, clutching on the sitchy
big o’s, no flocks (no flocks)
you a demon, but ain’t toting knocks?
catch him in traffic, n*gga better flock
and if i see a gzzly, green beam on his top
[verse 4: baby jay]
call me dua lipa, levitate him
ek mixy, i see why they hate him
i’m outside, i ball like jayson tatum
i’m on that block by myself tryna take sum
keep a 30. so how am i lacking?
these bullets gon’ rip through his jacket
zelly died, n*gga i was just laughing
these n*ggas ain’t blitzing, why the f*ck the be cappin?
i don’t care n*gga, every o shot (every o shot)
see a og, i gotta flock
you smoke jay? get shot
1050 gang, they know we got the block
matt sav, he dead in a ditch (matt sav)
leroy, resting in p*ss (40boyz*k)
jacob, n*gga got ripped
and lilah got shot, she a b*tch (lilah)

[verse 5: teanna hound]
why they smoking on jay? they know better
i catch kenzo, get shot through the sweater
and they know they can’t f*ck with my man
b*tch is off wock if she think i’ma let her
ayo dee, go get em’
40. clapping, aiming at his neck*up
pass me the dummy, smoke him on a stretcher
tell them come find me, evil twin right beside me
b*tches dissing, but never spin sh*t (who spin?)
i heard murda went out for some d*ck
f*ck mdot, he in my spliff (mdot)
184th, all that sh*t to my d*ck
bullets flying, connect to his spine
but f*ck it, aim it at his eye
big 1050, y’all know i ride
and that n*gga benji in the sky (benji)
[verse 6: fetti gunz]
ayo lilly, keep flocking
we gon’ hit him, bullets to his noggin
pop out the cut, n*ggas know i’ma flock it
got like 40 hollows in this rocket
too tact, with the beam on the g
n*ggas know i don’t f*ck with the gz
i catch a vato, get beat out his sneaks
if i gotta slide, i’m sliding with the team
i f*ck with oy, so i’m flocking for notti (notti)
put a hole in his head just for dotty (dotty)
ayo youssef, where’s lotti (lotti)
spun through the hill, the next day he a body (body)
and i’m tryna make me a mill
i know bj just looking for k!lls
gotta stay strapped, i can’t lack in the field
see me a opp and i go for the steal

[outro]
ahhh
ahhh
mexi
dubski
every opp f*cking shot
egs n*gga
n*ggas know whassup
everything for jayjay n*gga

- famous keyz lyrics

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