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red light freestyle - kenzo balla lyrics

[intro]
grrah
like, what?
every opp shot, everything dead
everybody k, ah

[chorus]
why n*ggas dissin’? they got me on hots
like these n*ggas don’t know how we rock
and they ain’t never take a trip to my block
if they did, then they would’ve been shot
i’m mr. leave a n*gga on his block
backed out, get to squeezing with the knocks
if i spot a gz, then i’ma flock
tryna leave a opp on the scene and watch him drop, like

[verse]
kenzo balla, i’m the one and only
n*ggas dissin’ but don’t even know me
spin through the opps, you know i’m tryna od
i could do it myself, i got codeine
throwin’— shh, hop up out thе stoley
send a shot to his tee and leavе him holy
i can’t leave the crib without the poley
drop two fours, now i’m feelin’ like kobe
flocka message, this a psa
if you see me uppin’, then get out the way
that’s on bro, i ain’t comin’ to play
you smoke on jb, then that boy in a grave
f*ck all the talkin’, flock him in his face
smokin’ on all these opps just got me laced
why these n*ggas thinkin’ that they safe?
them n*ggas ain’t fifty, all them n*ggas plates, like
to the b, m to the death
like, y to the gz, then you gettin’ left
f*ck the politics, i want ’em stretched
don’t f*ck with a opposition, them n*ggas next
he o to the y, put him on his neck
i’m still on the 5 posted with a tec
hoppin’ out tryna cause all wreck
that boy tried to duck and got hit in his neck, like
clear a n*gga block just like a sample
hidin’ ’em, we gon’ make an example
it’s not a situation i can’t handle
f*ck all the deads, i be kickin’ they candles
i keep a .30 like julius randle
flock his body, he lookin’ dismantled
oh, you lackin’? just watch how i blam you
free the whole 5th to the sev out the jam too
keep cl!ckin’, don’t stop
smokin’ on aj, mix it with the wop
we blitzin’, they not
everything dead, every opp gettin’ shot, like
spin through they sh*t and leave ’em on the floor
we get the addy, we kickin’ the door
spin through the 8 tryna cl!ck on ’em all
get the drop on the gates, then we spinnin’ for sure
spin through courtlandt hangin’ out the whip
like, why these n*ggas keep droppin’ my sh*t?
like they wasn’t just jackin’ my sh*t, lotta ems, i be laughin’ and sh*t, like
spot a jiggy, i’m clappin’ ’em quick
and yellow was hit, now his ass in a spliff
my n*ggas buggin’ and boomin’ that sh*t
dead opps punchin’, this sh*t got a kick, like
all these n*ggas really know my body
that’s why n*ggas never wanna try me
he ran up and got poked like a high*speed
smokin’ on— shh, he got left in the lobby
rptk and i’m smokin’ on ****
[chorus]
why n*ggas dissin’? they got me on hots
like these n*ggas don’t know how we rock
and they ain’t never take a trip to my block
if they did, then they would’ve been shot
i’m mr. leave a n*gga on his block
backed out, get to squeezing with the knocks
if i spot a gz, then i’ma flock
tryna leave a opp on the scene and watch him drop, like

[outro]
grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
every opp shot, ah, ah
like, what? like, big doa, ah

- kenzo balla lyrics

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