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oyk pt. 2 - kyle richh lyrics

[intro: kyle richh and sdot go]
c’mere, c’mere
like, like
like, d*mn
graah, n*ggas see me, they energy change
c’mere
graah, enough is enough, b*tch

[verse 1: kyle richh]
ski mask on the back of a moped
dotty got shot in his head (dotty!)
i got my g, we can spin through they ‘jects (like, what?)
like, throw 5, rell throw 10 (like, d*mn)
o*oy, they don’t bend (don’t bend)
like, i’m tryna send him to lu (lu)
roscoe, where did you go? (go)
heemy, what did you do? (what did you do?)

[verse 2: sdot go]
oh, i see he outside wit’ his friend
bet, where he outside wit’ his b*tch?
he better move from this bl!ck
got a problem? i’ma cl!ck on this g soon as i get an itch
d*don’t wanna beef wit’ em, she said he p*ssy
backdoor gang, he was dead off a 6
like, too tact, this b*tch cannot line me
b*tch, i’d be d*mned if i go for a b*tch
like, 2 deep, me and richh
blitzed through the whole other side of his strip
don’t try to line me, like b*tch i don’t like that
like, nazzy controllin’ the whip
3*30 clip tryna fit in my g*lock
b*tch, i got a beam on a flash
speed up the drill, i hope brodie don’t crash this sh*t
we don’t make it, i’m gonna be mad
[chorus: kyle richh]
48 ’em, get up close
said he sorry, i’m not tryna hear that
tried to get low on the bros (come here)
but we got ’em, thanks to the airtag (graah)
spinnin’ in tints, told tucker to flare that
yo shiek, this is an airbag
mix it with mel, sprinkle the wasca (wasca!)
edot gettin’ hotter and hotter

[bridge: kyle richh and jay hound]
i’m on they property
tryna see, who got animosity
adrenaline rushin’, ain’t n0body stoppin’ me
like, tgz do—

[verse 3: jay hound]
blitz through they block, it was dry on they strip
yo bro, keep all your eyes on that whip
i bought a knock wit’ a whole lot of kick
i saw the cops wit’ two beams on the—
like, we start spinnin’, i know where he live
sat in the v right in front of his—
sat in the v right in front of his crib
nazzy on court like he play for the knicks
we uptown, we on two*fifth
they wouldn’t throw, we was lookin’ for drip
bro saw an opp, throw at his head
please don’t let him get low, i ain’t tryna hear sh*t
[chorus: kyle richh]
48 ’em, get up close
said he sorry, i’m not tryna hear that
tried to get low on the bros (come here)
but we got ’em, thanks to the airtag (graah)
spinnin’ in tints, told tucker to flare that
yo shiek, this is an airbag
mix it with mel, sprinkle the wasca (wasca!)
edot gettin’ hotter and hotter (dotty!)

- kyle richh lyrics

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