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free spazz - lee drilly lyrics

[intro]:
gang, gang, gang, gang
it’s that lee drilly n*gga
94gz no gz like these you hurd, we jack bz, we jack bigger bz, drop my sh*t we gon let it squeeze
drilly

[chorus]:
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh*t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n*ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh*t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n*ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip

[verse one]:
drilly gang, we know that we bunny hop
bussin’ moves with my jets then i drilly bop
hide your kids and your wife when we in the spot
got a bl!ck on my hip, e got the glock
n*ggas known in the streets cause we up dem chops
n*ggas die for this sh*t it could never stop
ain’t wanna do this but n*ggas keep suckin c*ck
so it’s time that i f*cked up the streets for ya’ll

[verse two]:
that’s an os in the spot, courtlandt
we jus spin and they die, extortion
see a baby i bet i abort it, no chop, no [?] but i’m still gon force it
jiggyman was a hidden informant, i heard yellow was makk and b*diddy was ballin’
zay say he slapped me, n*gga lost it, the day i
get slapped, [?] bdot stop ballin’
[verse three]:
back out chop on their spot, spot em
get to throwin’ at opps, got em
make the news but it ain’t no problem
bail with a paid lawyer, jail ain’t no option
run down on the opps but they cop it
don’t give a f*ck cause i’m still gon flock it
feel like harden, thirteen in this rocket
but these n*ggas run when i reach in that pocket

do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh*t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n*ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
[verse four]:
so now my fingers get flipped like a quarter
i’m the reason your m*th*’ said stay off the corner
love the hustle like i’m porter
how you ain’t safe goin’ on a store run?
spot me an opp, you know he a goner
boomin’ for boomer, now scorin’ for scorer
[?]
scene was a mess, they call law & order

[verse five]:
[?]
i walk to the store, totin’ on a [?]
case a n*gga try, he gon get it all
i ain’t sayin’ nuttin’, i jus let it off
see right through the rap, n*gga really soft
oh he lost his mind, put in on the floor
n*ggas 20 plus, jumpin’ off the porch
catch noluv, show no remorse

[verse six]:
and he talk about shake like nation
free mb, know bro gon shake em
big knocks on my hip, get to flamin’
glock got range so i don’t need to chase em
put a hole in his back like he tatum
got 40 shots so i don’t gonna to aim it
you a b*tch if you wrote that statement
don’t care who it is, know we still gon fade em

[verse seven]:
if i see an opp, ima let it go
.44, my hand should’ve left your soul
bullets ricocheting, n*ggas gettin’ low
talkin’ on dummy, n*ggas gotta go
know it was litty, we’re screamin’ out yo
oh i want this b*tch, she ain’t sayin’ no
movin’ like brady, all i know is throw
tell jaydee stop raping these hoes

- lee drilly lyrics

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