freestyle - kay glizz lyrics
they be like, “kg dumpin’ all these tracks”
if he ever think ’bout spinnin’, he get clapped
spinnin’ thru’ linden, what’s the point of that?
turned you to a pack, now we gettin’ smacked
off a new one, ain’t no try to run rick when the crew come
don’t get it twist, the opposition do run
bendin’ thru’ [?], yeah i’m totin’ two guns
look, these n*ggas soft, they homie took one to the head, now everybody off the porch
up and let it off
nuni out here throwin’ bullets, the oppers catch ’em, randy moss
8 trey from the floss
anyone crackin’ my 3 or droppin’ the g, they get tossed
i wanna play ball, they never outside on they block, they make it hard for us to score
shoot first, it’s the greatest decision
n*ggas keep gettin’ hit on they missions
wit’ this 30 stick i’m goin’ fishin’, anyone we spot i bet they goin’ missin’
hop out, it’s immediate fl!ckin’
i send three, i told jd keep cl!ckin’
please don’t get six mad, he be glitchin’
ain’t no beef wit’ them, them n*ggas snitchin’
who really takin’ them trips? i came home, still takin’ them risks
me and sav two deep in the line wit’ them sh*ts, fiendin’ to make us a spliff
von on me out here tryna diss, but news flash the music is p*ss
came home tryna ice, but now i’m on hots ’cause they always suckin’ my d*ck
if we get the lo’, it’s a vibe
we parked the v on the 5’s
we see a rabbit, up and let it fly
g baby, i’m cl!ckin’ your guys
we in the v, better not see your live
if we do, on bro we gon’ slide
like tdot, up it and throw on them guys
n*ggas movin’ like they finna line
whenever we troop, don’t see a soul
in the ville, it’s the land of the ghosts
if he jackin’ yawa gang, i gotta throw
bet these hollows gon’ pick through his throat
wal blixk, how is you suckin’ my d*ck when melly was mali boppin’ on the floor?
smokin’ mali everywhere i go, opp n*ggas never on sh*t on bro
like, i’m not understandin’, why you all on my d*ck on some fan sh*t?
i would never take credit for nun’ my mans did, i’m the one uppin’ and flarin’
i be prayin’ n*ggas movin’ slimy for nothin’, but f*ck it i’m tired of carin’
all that fake sh*t, ion’ go near it
don’t see, don’t speak, don’t hear it p*ssy
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