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what nyc sounds like - kyle richh lyrics

[intro]
leaked by daveo
grrah

[verse 1]
and i cannot die in these streets (on bro)
so i keep a .9 in my jeans (like, d*mn)
chrome on my body, i walk wit’ a lean (like, what?)
got a m17 and it came wit’ a beam (grrah*grrah*grrah)
like, why is you lyin’ and sh*t? (like, d*mn)
opp n*ggas, hidin’ and sh*t (hidin’)
pop out the cut in designer and sh*t
like, i’m out deep, feel like robbin’ and sh*t (grrah*grrah*grrah)
she in love wit’ me, vibin’ and sh*t
put my hand on her neck while she ridin’ the d*ck (grrah*grrah*grrah)
i—i’m too tact, i be eyein’ the grip
and these n*ggas be fans on anonymous sh*t (grrah*grrah*grrah)
he feelin’ tough, on some confident sh*t (like, d*mn)
put the beam on his face, now he whinin’ and sh*t (whinin’)
and i feel like lebron wit’ the deuce
jah right beside me, he throwin’ up woo (woo)
and i f*ck wit’ the hats in south bronx
catch me, “the ooter” and bro 5’9″
love my brothers, it’s slime or be slimed
both got the chop, i might slide wit’ my .9 (slide)
sh*t get sticky, then iffy gon’ throw
switch up the fit, too much blood on my clothes
he get hit if he throw up a o
he get hit if he throw up a what?
[verse 2]
he think he lit, we gon’ give ’em a show
two deep, it’s just me and fazo (fazo)
opp n*ggas dirty, i hate that they broke
like, my n*ggas could never
ready for war, it’s extendos and better (better)
get right wit’ a camo beretta (‘retta)
drop that window, beam on the sweater
off a .30, i mention a deado
i’m off a— (shh), and i wanna get crazy (crazy)
sh*t get lit everytime that they play me (play me)
it’s a movie, pass me the jiggs (jiggy)
we cannot speak on the sh*t that we did (like, what?)
like, n*ggas broke, stop sharin’ fits
b*tch, we too lit, give a f*ck ’bout a diss
like—like, what? get off our d*ck
ogz*k, n*gga, noah got blitzed
d*mn, jiggyman you a b*tch
lil’ n*gga, get back for your sister (sister)
y—y—yellow got put in a twister (twister)
bullets gon’ hit ’em, he startin’ to twitch up (twitch up)
love my brothers, i could never switch up (switch up)
glock wit’ a beam and it came wit’ a switch b*tton (switch b*tton)
bro—bro just threw, get low
flee off the scene, too much—, on my clothes
free loco, he booked for the pole (loco)
that’s my brother, i know he gon’ throw
and for itchy, i’m lettin’ off eight
like—like, big gun, get out the way
[bridge]
what the f*ck?
beat go off?

[verse 3: kyle richh & jenn carter]
try to diss, he gon’ see what it cost
bro got the dead and he throwin’ like moss (randy)
ayo, sheik, reverse the v
we see a opp, we gon’ do ’em like lee (grrah*grrah*grrah)
pass me the jiggy, i’m tryna get laced
like, auto frost, frosted flakes
my—my b*tch a baddie, that booty gon’ shake
when she totin’ the smith &, it’s never on safe’
i—in my feelings, i’m spinnin’ alone
when i made it, i’m hittin’ a zone
hit it and quit it, stop callin’ my phone
like, i’m a demon, heart full of chrome
he—he got put on the floor
lil’ n*gga don’t drop my 4, grrah
i might cl!ck ’til it’s gone
he got flocked for the sh*t he was on

- kyle richh lyrics

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