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quick to attack pt. 2 - pj glizzy lyrics

[intro: pj glizzy, cj goon, & ]
gllt*da*baow, n*gga
everything dead
we outside, n*gga
die 4s, die 5s, die 6
n*ggas know the f*ckin vibes, n*gga
ayo cig

glah, glah, glah you know the f*ckin’ vibes
every flocka shot, yg or not
1300 to my d*ck, p*ssy

[verse 1: pj glizzy]
got a beam on the chop wit’ a stick (baow, baow)
dare a n*gga drilly bop, he gettin’ spliffed (gang*gang*gang)
4, 5, 6, head crackin’ and sh*t (head crackin’)
up the 5, then we clappin’ his b*tch (grrah, grrah)
like, who that? better shoot that (grrt)
if he throw up the 4, then remove that (baow, baow)
smokin’ on gzz, they thinkin’ that’s a new pack (baow*baow)
so i heard that they makk, so they do bad (baow*baow*baow)
i got sally
manman uppin’, throwin’ like he bradley
on the east, so don’t give me no dap
if i catch a blamma, then he gettin’ wacked
like, don’t care, like, who that?
we spot a opp, we gon’ throw at his back
don’t trip if he throw up the makk
we gon’ call up the apes, we gon’ beat on his back
grrah, grrah, grrah

[verse 2: cj goon & bdot goon]
when we slide, we ain’t show no mercy
two goons masked up, no worries
oh that’s a makk, we beat him out his jersey
screamin’ 80, how you gettin’ buried (28*k)
the way i be talkin’, i know they wan’ hurt me
but i’m super tact for this sh*t
last opp got clapped tryna blitz
park up the v, we don’t dump out the whip (grrah*grrah, boom)
[verse 3: bdot goon & sugarhill keem]
step in the booth and i be on some mad sh*t
when i talk, it’s the talk of a savage
brodie be buggin’, he play for the mavericks
tried to run, but these bullets ain’t average
hollows gon’ hit em and turn ’em to fragments
pop a perc’, you can see me relaxin’
most of these n*ggas be cappin’ and rappin’
he got hit, now he done in a casket (move look, move look)

[verse 4: sugarhill keem]
c blu, you really a kid
when i see you, i’m takin’ your chain
marky, tank, got hit in they sh*t
sevside, 3rdside, reyway to my d*ck
yo jeff, you spin i spin
we see a opp, i’ma empty the clip
don’t lack
and i f*ck wit’ some rips (move look, move look)

[verse 5: 150 wiz]
li*li*like, hop out, aim for his figi
if they take one of mine, then it’s free me
like, i’ma up it
if he throw up a 4, we gon’ crunch him wit’ 50s and dreamteams
he started runnin’
put the gun to his head, if he gunnin’, we treat em like pee wee
like, no cap
i’ma main, tryna let that sh*t clap if he yellin’ out, “ewee”
[verse 6: coe wiki]
like, i been spinnin’, on a pedal
think it’s time, i’ma get disrespectful
w*lly got shot and they left you
du*du*du*dummy got poked, n*ggas let you
161, n*ggas got it on lock
blitz gzz got beat with his pops
cj, he almost got shot wit’ his pops
set da trend, he be tight n*ggas smoking ya pops

[verse 7: wockhardt & jay avianne]
feel a way, but just pour me deuce up
he get packed throw a 4 or a 2 up
it’s slime, when we slide, send a shot to his mind
n*ggas died and they still ain’t come do nothin’
you ain’t do enough, then you gotta go prove somethin’
bend the 4 everyday, on the hunt, tryna shoot somethin’ (like, what? f*ck rah)
flip to the sev, tryna smoke us a new one
they gon’ cap for the net, when we flipped on a few ones (like, what? f*ck rah)

[verse 8: jay avianne & lefty goon]
why the f*ck n*ggas reachin’ for clout?
that’s your b*tch that had d*ck in her mouth
always on 50, the gun in the pouch (like, what?)
justo a b*tch n*gga stood in the house (like, what? like)
hit it right, i hit it from the back
want me to eat it? don’t get into that (none of that, like)
she a smoochie i can’t get attached (attached, like)
that’s your man? well i heard he a rat (he a rat, rah*rrah)

[verse 9: lefty goon]
bend through, hop out, he hit (like, d*mn)
setty ran rick, now its rip in a spliff (like, grrah)
four of them n*ggas is dead in the zip (like, what?)
all of them n*ggas ain’t never do sh*t (they ain’t never do sh*t)
like, i’ma slide for my guys, no question (no question)
catch a opp, we gon’ teach ’em a lesson (we gon’ teach ’em a lesson)
back out the pole, where your weapon? (get it out)
if he slip, he get sent to the reverend (get it out, get it out)

[outro: pj glizzy, cj goon, & ]
got a beam on the chop wit’ a stick
dare a n*gga drilly bop, he gettin’ spliffed
4, 5, 6, head crackin’ and sh*t
up the 5, then we clappin’ his b*tch
when we slide, we ain’t showin’ no mercy
two goons masked up, no worries
oh that’s us a makk, we beat him out his jersey
screamin’ 80, how you gettin’ bur*

- pj glizzy lyrics

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