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troopers anthem - kay glizz lyrics

[verse 1: kay glizz]
they keep forcin’ my hand to do damage, i been causin’ havoc, i caught a lil timeout
i can never forget ‘ bout them hits, troopin’ it back to the p’z wit’ my 9 out
they keep askin’ me ‘bout nunnie bop, these n*ggas never pull up to come find out
bet this .40 cal a make him drop, turn him into pot then we smoke our minds out
6ix move to the left i need sp*ce
he about to feel it, the dot on the top of his face
been uppin’ since a early age
but don’t get it twisted before that i was gettin’ cake
send three, cl!ckin’ wit’ rage
send back money ‘til gang gang gеt out them chains
was trappin’ [?], gettin’ paid
the troopеrs ain’t goin’ for sh*t be careful what you claim, glahh
had to back him he wasn’t on gang sh*t
pillow talkin’ for b*tches on lame sh*t
let him walk in front of us, nina go —, leave a hole in his back on some [?] sh*t
had to too trap all day on that main strip
5k, three days in the same fit
spot him, got him, flock him, anxious
i never knew how to be patient

[verse 2: jah bands]
and i’m back wit’ another one, big wag
i call up my troops they gon’ get on your ass
if you want, hop out and we blast
don’t mention my gang we turn him to the past
get turned to a spliff, i get money like i hit a l!ck
most of all these lil n*ggas never be on sh*t
i got kg wit’ me tryna cl!ck
b*tch, we be them troopers we takin’ that trip, troops
smokin’ all dead’s, what the f*ck
none of these n*ggas never did enough
and jah savv he be tossin’ tryna get him touched
hop out the v and quack him like a duck
like, what did you do for your crew?
only my brothers really made the news
and tell jb he p*ssy knew him up in school
i’m tryna pull up on him, what’s the word?
call nunnie da iii he pop out and he purge
f*ck feeling’s i can’t show no sympathy
and none of the opps can get rid of me
jack my sh*t k and we k!llin’ you instantly
leave his body apart like a centipede
jaysav you p*ssy, flock him outta tinted v’s
if he trollin’ we turnin’ him to spleeze
[verse 3: jah savv]
don’t lack, don’t be outta bounds
creepin’, catch him walkin’ outta crowns
kg we gon’ send him up to bro
they keep on mentionin’ him, like, is you slow?
nunnie we gon’ pull up wit’ two g’s
troopers gettin’ money, duckin’ d’z
savage wit’ me never duckin’
we gon’ hit his m*ffin, somebody gon’ pay for it
don’t mention the dead we gon’ spray for it
cousins, brothers, don’t matter, you pay for it
in the ville i’m prayin’ that they wooo back
if a f throw a party we shoot that
it don’t matter you wit’ him you get it too
i ain’t pickin’ no choosin’ get rid of you
slimes [?] and finish you, p*ssy
for all of that talkin’ get rid of you, p*ssy

[verse 4: jah savv]
before he died he was yellin’ his leg
the dummy took one to the head
i’m wit’ lil bro tryna empty the rest
f*ck mali they done left him in the lobby
creep up tryna catch me a body
i heard boomer got hit for a thottie
i hit the front, lil bro hit the backdoor
catch him in that lobby they get cl!cked on
they better ask how we get wit’ the pistol
[?] walked him down he fell on his face
we do not f*ck wit’ the bamaz
we tryna do [?]
sittin’ on his crib we hopin’ he come out
they wanna see how i get wit’ this gun out
cl!ckin’ on anything it’s gettin’ fun now
i’m startin’ to think they forgettin’ my character
who the f*ck is oj? i will embarrass ya
if it’s lit, n*gga, get a gun
he start runnin’ green dot on his back
red tips rippin’ through his six*pack
i’m wit’ six, you choo then he blitzin’ that
nunnie wit’ me glitchin’, totin’, pass off
free doubler he did it wit’ no mask on
get the addy sittin’ on that crib
[verse 5: nunnie da iii]
okay times up, ‘cause i let a bunch of sh*t rock but now ima speak on the facts
ray makk just died and them rv n*ggas ain’t dropped nothin’ but a couple tracks
like, go and get back, rayshawn in this pack
dummy caught a leggy before he got whacked
they gotta relax, boogie got me smacked
caught a head pop and then he collapsed, glahh
bamaz n*ggas got me mad, yo sysy how many times you did bad?
we gon’ hop out to oj lookin’ for oj, tryna turn that n*gga to some gas
all them n*ggas ass, i just wanna crash
buggout how you fat and you still fast?
n*gga did the dash, all we know is blast
troopers takin’ over we ain’t comin’ last, glahh

- kay glizz lyrics

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