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linkin 4 safety - kay glizz lyrics

[chorus: nunnie da iii]
they got me back on my hot sh*t
anybody mention bro, them n*ggas gotta pay
watch out, i’m ’bout to flock it
bro was throwin’ from the corner, he movin’ like klay
if he not one of mine, he a dub
backdoor season, it’s only so much i could say
n*ggas get on beats and try to act crazy, see us and always try to run away
linkin’ for safety, they doin’ bad
posted on blake tryna empty the mag
none of my n*ggas got hit, we could brag
we be chasin’ n*ggas like we playin’ tag
little do y’all know, bama n*ggas g*y
and one of they rappers is lowkey a f*g
they linked wit’ the ville now, teamin’ up against the troops was kinda a drag

[verse 1: nunnie da iii]
swervo need to get off of they knees, them n*ggas nеver step foot in thesе pz
fl!cked on kj, boomed at rj
they know what’s up when it come to the tz
hollows be hot, they a hunnid degrees
we hopped mb, he was yellin’ please
why would n*ggas get me started, i told y’all before that i do this rappin’ sh*t with ease

[verse 2: kay glizz]
frrah, frrah, boomm
they got me back in effect
we had they rapper runnin’, hittin’ jets
n*ggas goin’ past you, shoutout to jet
he got hit wit’ some sh*t, and i ain’t hear him yet
it’s like rookies tryna tweak wit’ vets
sh*lls gon’ drop every trip when we step
kj dissin’ like he ain’t almost met his death
that should’ve been his last breath
ain’t no swervo n*gga a threat
n*ggas call us dirty while they sharin’ sweats, ridiculous
n*ggas bums in the flesh
stop the rapper sh*t, n*ggas should go invest
w*wooo n*ggas never got bread
sh*t is crazy, boomer never got the flex
he checked in, and then he got checked with four dollars on him, n*gga was a pest, on bro
how he talkin’ ’bout money wit’ me, when they don’t got ten?
go run up some breesh
ray pizz here, i got what you need
try some funny sh*t, you gon’ meet the glee
gotta free the bosses, still free fleej
he on the rock, cookin’ mac and cheese
troopers always st*rdy, n*gga free the tz
only people we be duckin’ is the d’s
[chorus: nunnie da iii]
back on my hot sh*t
anybody mention bro, them n*ggas gotta pay
watch out, i’m ’bout to flock it
bro was throwin’ from the corner, he movin’ like klay
if he not one of mine, he a dub
backdoor season, it’s only so much i could say
n*ggas get on beats and try to act crazy, see us and always try to run away
linkin’ for safety, they doin’ bad
posted on blake tryna empty the mag
none of my n*ggas got hit, we could brag
we be chasin’ n*ggas like we playin’ tag
little do y’all know, bama n*ggas g*y
and one of they rappers is lowkey a f*g
they linked wit’ the ville now, teamin’ up against the troops was kinda a drag

- kay glizz lyrics

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