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fnok 2 (the message) - mori briscoe lyrics

[verse 1: mori briscoe]
what’s a nunu? never knew you
boy, it’s mori blixk never who you
n*ggas know me, i’m a loose screw
send shots they connectin’ like bluetooth
stole freshy flow and i was like wow
heard he got locked, came home like how?
tav got hit boy should’ve laid down
shots start ringin’ all you hear is baow
how n*ggas droppin’ the hat when they mans in the jet?
n*gga, somethin’ don’t seem right
if i feel like n*ggas provokin’ me droppin’ the rakes, then n*gga it’s green light
and i ain’t gon’ sit here and say that all of you p*ssy but that’s what it seem like
if i catch a fno member i up it, the last thing he saw was the beam light
heard i got locked for the grip, bailed out in a week ‘cause we makin’ it right back
yellow tape, chalk up the scene, i’m makin’ sh*t scary no thriller, no mike jack’
how is they boomin’ for n*ggas? he gave his life away
nunu be jackin’ he whoopty, cj i think his flight delayed
we put up shots when we in the fort, f*ck it i feel like taj gibson, uh
red flagged up they think i’m a blood, tryna leave one of ‘em missin’, uh
leek wit’ me, yeah, you know that’s the cuz shots leave him bl**dy, he drippin’, uh
you live by that gun and you die by the gun, i’m guessin’ drizzy a victim
ay, act baddies, they quakin’, she a treesh liftin’ up her skirt
my time, can’t waste it, see a opp put it in reverse
these n*ggas spinnin’ on who? all of y’all real shooters is locked
now they be throwin’ up woo? oh they tryna end up like pop
[verse 2: wal blixk]
uh huh
fno it get looted
said he smokin’ on rich, is he stupid?
on that aggy, that sh*t got me zooted
mixed wit’ driz wit’ the white, sh*t boomin’
lady f’s come get wit’ the movement
come whine on a blixk, get stupid
after she done she doin’ the unit
folk sh*t, she know how we movin’
got the knocks on my hip, no jammer
f*ck the cops we’ll floxk on camera
name one time you was totin’ the hammer
you a kid, go change up your pampers
and y’all never on sh*t
nunu you frail, boy you sound like a b*tch
how is you home, boy, you is a snitch
what was y’all doing when ty got hit? gang
uh huh, we gon’ bend through the o on a repeat
suck d*ck only f*ck with my sleezy’s
spin the court put a opp on tv
uh huh, yeah i’m oyk
[?] in the bronx for sha ek
how link with the woo’s, lil n*gga you prey

[verse 3: mori briscoe]
yo [?], who is these n*ggas?
oh, i think them n*ggas tryna earn stripes
spin through the fort, i’m cl!ckin’, i catch three f’s like i got a third stripe
could’ve parked [?] and i turned right
we put that boy in the urn, like
we spinnin’ back and return, like
oh that’s how that n*gga got burned, like
oh he 67? what
give him six, seven shots
call up 6 2, bendin’ through they blocks
gz wit’ me, n*gga, 6trey lots
ten in the clip, one in the head
after i see them, n*ggas gettin’ shot
both named rich, both y’all b*tch
only rich we acknowledgin’ is floxks

- mori briscoe lyrics

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