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doing the jeff - kay glizz lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, kezzy)
frrah*frrah (nah, harry, you buggin’)
frrah*frrah, frrah*frrah (ayo, kezzy, this sh*t got me trippin’)
ah, f*ck it, man
baby gee n*gga need to be fed (like)
f*ck you gon’ go with little*ass legs? (troop, troop)
clap*clap, it almost hit his dreads (like, troopers)
like, free j4, he almost met his death (frrah*frrah, boom, n*gga, troopers really troop, n*gga, all this dissin’ sh*t need to come to an end)
red tips gon’ leave his fat ass red (word to my dead)
watch how it get
like, frrah*frrah, boom

[chorus]
frrah, n*ggas know what we do to they set (on bro)
let your head hang low and bop to the lyrics, you’re basically doin’ the jeff (jeff head)
death beds where he should’vе met (on bro)
it’s st*rdy ’cause we tryna catch us a nеxt (word to my mother)
totin’ mali, one in the head (mali)
we mix it with pizz and that’s everyday meds (ray pizz)
n*ggas mad ’cause all they members dead
anybody shootin’ my t catchin’ lead (word to my dead)
the baby gee n*gga need to be fed
the f*ck you gon’ go with them little*ass legs? (where the f*ck you gon’ go, n*gga?)
clap*clap, it almost hit his dreads
like, free j4, he almost met his death (word to my dead)
double back, think i saw siggie sev, these red tips gon’ leave his fat ass red (n*gga)
[verse]
on bro, like, this nina go, “frrah*frrah” (on bro)
it ain’t nowhere to go when them shots fly (not at all)
if we ain’t see that baddie, then aj fat ass would’ve got turned into zaza (word to my dead)
they ain’t flockin’ on sh*t, why would i lie? (at all)
baby gee, your sister dead a baba (word to my mother)
we had fun every trip on the opps side (like, what? like, grrah)
ask 03, they almost hit his māthā, n*gga (grrah*grrah, boom)
bangin’ on anything jackin’ they folk (gdk)
i could see mali every time i smoke (mali)
ty gz boogied when he seen that gun pop, i let off three shots, had to get low (word to my mother, n*gga)
clappin’ and rappin’ and i’m flippin’ bowls
they can’t tell me sh*t ’cause i know how it goes (n*gga)
zoe floxks is a rookie, lettin’ it be known (f*ckin’ rookie)
you bend through this block, you might not make it home (gdk)
when we hit the til, it’s always more than ten, word to bro
we tryna hit n*ggas domes (on bro grave)
novak super st*rdy, spot him and he uppin’ that chrome (shoutout novak, n*gga, they know how we comin’, troopers really troop)
they got me back in that mode

[chorus]
frrah, n*ggas know what we do to they set (word to my dead, n*gga)
let your head hang low and bop to the lyrics, you’re basically doin’ the jeff (jeff head)
death beds where he should’ve met
it’s st*rdy ’cause we tryna catch us a next (word to my life)
totin’ mali, one in the head
we mix it with pizz and that’s everyday meds (mali, ray pizz)
n*ggas mad ’cause all they members dead
anybody shootin’ my t catchin’ lead (word to my life)
the baby gee n*gga need to be fed (like, f*ck?)
the f*ck you gon’ go with them little*ass legs? (where the f*ck you gon’ go?)
clap*clap, it almost hit his dreads
like, free j4, he almost met his death (like, free j4)
double back, think i saw siggie sev
these red tips gon’ leave his fat ass red
[outro]
on bro, n*gga
troopers really troop, suck my d*ck, they know how we comin’, n*gga, free all the t’s
we really gdk, n*gga
word to my dead
the f*ck? if you know, you know

- kay glizz lyrics

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