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nightmare - kaliq, briscoe bands & qg meer lyrics

[intro: kaliq]
(24 is the goat)
two glocks, two deep

[verse 1: kaliq]
two glocks, two deep in the hill, try let a few off, so wild how they feel
and he talk like he down for the k!ll, when it’s time to go slide, he ain’t tryna go drill
it get real in the field
if i roll with my bro, tryna find us a steal (grrah, grrah, grrah)
we do hits then we bail
get caught, i won’t stop, i know bro got my bail (i know)
[verse 2: briscoe bands]
that’s a fact
5am on they block, n*ggas duckin’ with b*tches and gats (grrt, boom)
you d*ck ridin’ gang that we hacked and you wanna do wanna go live, go rat (ratty)
n*gga p*ssy
you still ask about drills, you a saddy, you a fail, you a rookie (rookie)
tryna give me that soul that they took me and i know they stay silent if the ever come book me
nas, lit
and this n*gga got his name off of music and he never had hits (facts)
and your bitsie got hit in his sh*t and you’re still makin’ tracks, have a grip and go spin (grrt, boom)
never cappin’
and your bestie got hit in his head, why you never perform?
catch a hip n*ggas need to stop rappin’, ask all the guys, n*ggas know what i’m on (grrt, boom)

[verse 3: qg meer]
went through sh*t, i won’t say, “okay”, it’s just me at the end of the day (grrah)
had to stop lovin’ that b*tch ’cause she wasn’t nothin’ and stayed doing dirt on my face
how much times we gon’ say, “can’t lack for a date” (at all)
like if you play, you get sent to them gates
if you wanna hit him, get up in his face
told brodie, “spliff him”, get him out the way (grrah, grrah)
like when you walkin’, gotta keep it tucked
i can book a telly if i wanna f*ck
like q50, leave him in the dust, fifty on the wheel, tb cuttin’ up (grrah)
who doing what? n*ggas know what’s up, gotta get up up, can’t get enough
i’m sendin’ shots, if they mention us, point to the sky, cookies sent ’em up
like, it’s no better than us, are you dumb? and we sendin’ more than ten shots when we come (grrah)
b*tch, this is drench, flock ’em just for fun like, look, they better walk with they gun (grrah)
free leeky, he not the one (grrah), hit gettin’ easy, do it just because
why you cheap? b*tch, you a dub, i’ll start, i ain’t not into subs
i be walkin’ on sh*t, i be fiendin’ to blitz, like you talk the wrong sides, so it is what it is
n*gga, f*ck that side, we don’t f*ck with them kids, that’s a make qg, gon’ say what i did
got caught with his pants with his rip through his chest, went straight through his bib like five more shots
gotta make sure he hit like went to the rock, got knocked out his kicks, boy, you a b*tch
been outside and you ain’t spin sh*t, baby, keep on your clothes, i want these b*tches, so beat out the d*ck
wanna roll up the dead then i’m ‘causin’ them slip, i’ma slide with my b*tch
and for queezy, i’m makin’ lit, like queezy gang is legit
seven grand and a hat in my fl!cks
i know the n*ggas ain’t do no sh*t
[verse 4: briscoe bands]
if he shakin’
if we all on the ‘migos, she downin’, she tryna get naked (grrah)
yeah, that n*gga, he p*ssy and based ain’t play when i’m with you, i’ll up it and flame it (grrt, boom)
ayo, nas, bring the bottles and b*tches on gallons with henny and cas’
talkin’ shiesty, my n*ggas is fried and he still ain’t go live, so we know that he died (shiesty)
on the set, n*ggas talkin’ on 24 lefty, that n*gga got left (lefty)
or a bl!ck, you a bum, and you stripped like shh got hit in his back, you was vexed (grrt, boom)
on t, now let’s talk about saucin’, you n*ggas keep talkin’ ’bout me (facts)
got hot, never coppin’ the plea, but i pull up to cribs, throw shots and they scream (grrag, grrt, boom)

[verse 5: kaliq]
couple n*ggas got hit with the same grip (grrah)
and some opps know we’re not on the same strip (gang, gang)
ain’t know way he gon’ leave how he came in and he better stay sharp ‘casue we making it dangerous
know it’s up, so you better not lack
with da and he packin’ the strap
lil’ n*gga dummy, went out with his gat (grrah, grrah)
i told bro, “make it count when you clap”
and he said, “make it count when i start” (uh*huh)
i said, “brodie if you know if i throw, we gon’ dime”
matter fact, b*tch, i’m back in my prime (uh*huh)
all black for the fit just to mess with the .9
hop out, i’ma walk up on feet tryna to blow out his mind
flee the scene and head back in the ride
no, he ain’t one of mine id he droppin’ the dime

- kaliq briscoe bands qg meer lyrics

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