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where they at? (pop em) - kenzo balla lyrics

[intro]
like what
aah
like what like what
(chinola films , where you at)
like grah
every opp shot
aah
what the f*ck
like what

[verse 1 : kenzo balla]
like oh its a problem , where they at? (put him in the back)
brodie creep through the front
i’mma creep through the back
up the knocker, leave him flat (grah , grah grah boom)
smoke g*pop , fries and mix it with the matt
spinning through douglas i’m tired of the chatting
when the f*ck did n*ggas k!ll a makk
i’m on the sweeper trynna catch a hat (grah , grah , ahh)
now the opps got packed we get deep into that
hopping out and we flocking it down
up the knock put the beam on a hound
oh he ain’t dead watch we spin back around
that’s on bro hе can’t duck from this [?]
he a sweeper, sweep him now
n*ggas know doa got the town
whеre the opp all the opps keep dying
got hit in his head and let on the ground (ahh)
on that shhh , i’mma pop him
he was getting too close had to drop him
bl!ck gon’ bl!ck em i bet he gon’ flock him
.30 sitch or the switchy got options
smoking on country , notti bopping
do him like dubski , hit his noggin
he know fifth to the sev get to flockin’ (like what)
fire at the opps had them duckin’ and dodgin’ (grah)
w*who that think he getting away , off a play
masked up trynna blitz on the eight
he can’t run with the gun in his face
and i’m smoking on boy who got left by the gates
(he got left by the what?)
oh the opps in the spot? okay
bro got the drop we gon’ blitz it both ways
he jacking the os we gon’ add oks
b*tch line him up get him clapped like [?]
fifth to the sev we pop out it get active
g*gpop got poked , sh*t tragic (gpop)
oh that’s an lv i’m scoring that basket
mix the rah with the rah i’mma match it
smoking on [?] i’m not trynna pass it
if i catch a 150 i’m blasting
catch me a drilly or jet when i’m crashing
i’m getting tired of the capping (aah)
oh he jacking the sweepers he shot
spin through broad day trynna flock till he drop
and we done did a lot on they block
we up on the score yeah the 5s be on top
and we been did a lot to the opps
they can’t speak on my name cuz they know how i rock
i’m on douglas posted with my knock
we ain’t never see n0body blitz on the wokk , like (ewokk)
[verse 2 : kenzo balla & cito bl!ck ]
spin through , i’m trynna cl!ck
i’m on the mitch like where the dirty rips
i’m in bk i’m smoking on nick
he got hit with the shotty i know that y’all sick
pass it to balla he ready to blitz
i know duwop gon’ up it try to leave him spliffed
smoking on edot higher than a b*tch
but i’ll never go suicidal in this b*tch (aah)
like , spin the 4z i’mma pop up , confetti
three opps got hit , sh*t heavy
make him backdoor his bro like he melly
shot to his back and it come out his belly
why these n*ggas keep talking bout delis (like what?)
like they mans ain’t get popped at the chevy
got shot in his face for talking on mezzy
he was locked and that boy wasn’t ready (aah)
like , i’mma slide on the moguls , through the lane
all black ski’d up it was just me and [?]
when i back out the knock , they fled
yeah they know who i am they can see through my dreads
like g42 and the clip it extend (grah, grah grah boom)
got a beam on the gun and the hollow tips redlate night trynna creep through the doug
if he jacking he whoopty he catching a slug
smoke gpop , n*gga punching my lungs (gpop)
yo tg , n*gga pass me the knock
what the f*ck is a sweeper clean him with the mop
like free zah b , mr blitz in the spot
like big gdk put a g in the box (gdk)
three deep , totin’ on chrome
yo chase , yo tg , up it and throw
like fifth to the sev it’s a whole lot of poles
[verse 3 : cito bl!ck]
huncho died with his knocks he a bait , like
f*ck that , i’m trynna slide through the eight , like
where yus , flock at his face
up it and cl!ck it i’m crashing these rakes
kenzo or rayy trynna blitz through the gates
flocking for duwop shout out to the rey
free o , looking for matt mdub
tybillz got poked and he got one lung
i’m the locc with the makks trynna score on a dub
oh i spot me a sweeper roll up a new blunt
light skin , black hair , brown eyes , ass fat
pop me ten and i’m breaking her back
she drunk off the henny she throwin’ it back
when i up they had them running track
and i put that on bro come mention on my tag
sha gz ran on woo and they still ain’t get back
like duckin’ and dodgin’
catch him a bullseye
they think they hiding, no chasing i’m trynna find em
bea*beam on his back i’mma up it and fire
don’t got the knocks i’mma do him mike myers
i’m not leaving till somebody dying
how the f*ck y’all the makks and linking with the hats
like this sh*t don’t make no sense , just sad
stunna geek got punched on the rock did bad
free fifth to the sev like we soon to be back
smoking on anything , real tact
hollows they hit him he low look at that
hop out the v , yo makk who that?
put the heat to his back and i dare him react
tossin’ em down leave him flat like a mat
put a opp in the blunt smoke him till it’s ash
[verse 4: chasefrmdasev]
like who really active , we active
we them n*ggas really trying to pack sh*t , like
why the f*ck is you capping
you a b*tch you ain’t never clap sh*t
fresh home don’t got time for no lacking
smoking on who? we gon’ pack him
give me the knock , i ain’t passing it
give me the knock have a scene i ain’t passing it
like what the f*ck , who really up
i’m trynna spin through they block with the pump
do him like nick , leave folks up
we gon’ hit folks up cause we don’t give a f*ck
every opp getting shot , that’s a must
spin through the opps my adrenaline rush
headshot gang, don’t run
headshot gang you get turned to a blunt
like kenzo who really bigger than us
like, i don’t think n0body f*cking with us
.30 hanging so no i ain’t knuckling up
hollows ripping his chest and it’s f*cking him up
like what, the vatos ain’t getting enough?
oh they mans keep dying , what the f*ck
and they ain’t even sliding , sh*t rough
they ain’t never throw back when we hitting them up

- kenzo balla lyrics

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