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deadly - say drilly lyrics

[verse 1: say drilly]
dummy gang, tryna sign us a check
noah got stomped, like, n*gga, who next? (like, what?)
drilly gang, but i pull up with jets (grrah, grrah)
yellow got shot, bullets ripped through his chest (grrah, grrah, boom)
and i heard jacob died with a vest
man, his loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set
and i heard jacob died with a vest
man, his loccs hurt, heard he switched on the set (like, what?)
and i don’t understand, speak facts
jayrip tried to run, got shots to his back (jayrip)
bobby ran and got turned to a pack, like
who gon’ spin? like, come get back (like, what?)
catch a flocka, get put on some shirts
bend the rey, we gon’ shoot up thе he*rs*
tell my b*tch, ”put thе gun in her purse”
n*ggas don’t live what they rap in they verse (diesev)
brodie geekin’, he ready to blitz (like, what?)
thunder bklu ran, got caught, got tripped (gang, gang)
milly wop got a beat with a stick and he still ain’t get back, he just post all the sh*t (grrah, grrah, boom)
so you know they don’t live what they rap
drilly gang, yeah, we known for them packs
told ’em free nas, he soon be back
and we smokin’ on blay, that boy got whacked (free nas)
get low, move tactic, guey hop out, he gon’ shoot through the jacket (trendy)
write an os on the book, need a packet
smelly got poked, got put in a casket (oyk)
and i heard mali ran, he a f*ggot
he on the book tryna move like a bad kid (reywayk)
and i heard mali ran, he a f*ggot
he on the book tryna move like a bad kid (like, what?)
and i keep me a new chop for the old opps ’cause they still on d*ck (like, what?)
but i keep me a old chop for the new opps ’cause they still ain’t do sh*t (at all)
tell ’em n*ggas get back ’cause it’s lit
tell ’em get back ’cause we smokin’ jayrip, like
tell ’em n*ggas get back ’cause it’s lit
tell ’em get back ’cause we smokin’ jayrip, like
[verse 2: chii wvttz]
better not run ’cause we totin’ this pole, catch shots to his chest, how the f*ck he ain’t go?
bullets, they hit up his face and his throat, bad b*tch in the cut and she givin’ me throat
bet you i’m leavin’ the thottie, too slow, hollows, they hit him and rip through his coat
leg shot gang, but we aim for the throat and his mans kept runnin’, i only let two (grrt)
like, f*ck that, n*gga, i spin, don’t aim for the chest, n*gga, aim for the chin (gang, gang, gang)
that n*gga got hit, got a permanent limp, we see a notification, my n*ggas, they ridin’, my n*ggas, they ready to spin
we see a opp, hop out, my n*ggas, they buggin’, they ready to throw about ten
that n*gga p*ssy, he copped a new chop’, that sh*t collect dust, that n*gga ain’t spin
we catch a opp broad day, now that n*gga runnin’, he stupid, he better not trip (dummy)
kay kay, he buggin’, he hop out the v, start throwin’, these bullets collide to his ribs (gang)
dougie the makk, stop talkin’ on rap and these caps, these n*ggas, they know where we live
bullets start flyin’, don’t care what party outside, like, hollows, they make him do flips
gang, gang*gang*gang, like, n*gga he p*ssy, he rick’
don’t got my gun on my side, he thinkin’ we lackin’, told swervo to, pass me the bl!ck’
we spin anywhere, one shot, tell bhris stop lyin’, he really not bendin’ the strip (grrt)
sha gz p*ssy, he bendin’ the sev but record and yell n*ggas names out the whip

[verse 3: notti osama]
it’s oy or no y, hop out, we be blitzing from both sides
catch a opp, b*tch, i’m leaving him dizzy
throw up the trendy, send three to his kidney
like, 5th to the what? all that sh*t to my d*ck
you got caught in a store, you was panicking b*tch
can’t forget your man’s got slapped with the grip
yo, kenzo, your brother is dead in my spliff
[verse 4: 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

[verse 5: c blu]
i got a chop’ and you know i ain’t passin’, run up on me and i’m lettin’ you have it
two*three shots, turn a n*gga to a has*been
nesty don’t spin, like stop all the cappin’
got beat in a cab, we run up, what’s craccin’?
f*ck money matt, he got poked by a f*ggot, y’all ain’t spin for y’all mans, y’all need to stop rappin’, boom
y’all ain’t spin for y’all mans, y’all need to stop rappin
[verse 6: e*wuu]
shoot first, got the chop on my hand, catch a crew he*rs*
smokin’ dead through the sev’, got his tooth hurt
is he dead or alive? gotta reverse
movin’ wocky, i’ma pack you
hollow tips sprayin’, f*ckin’ up his tattoo
don’t care who you with, you get packed too
didn’t even chase ’em, runnin’ out his d*mn shoes
these b*tch n*ggas drillyk? (like, what?)
couple shots, make ’em levitate
don’t talk ’bout the other day
froze the person and didn’t even let it spray
and b*tch, we don’t hesitate
back out chops, on bro, we gon’ play today
let off one, watch ’em run a race
bro, two demons got up with ’em anyway
how you smokin’ on stylez? you just came outside (like, how?)
smokin’ jayrip, he got put in the sky (sky)
shots to his chest and a n*gga went bye
these n*ggas cap, all they rap is straight lies

[verse 7: dd osama]
yo, notti, can’t forget lil’ rah got left in the whip
it get low when we spin
don’t got a gun you get [?] with the miss
[?] with the grip
roscoe got a grip [?] and he’ll boom you b*tch
grah, grah, boom
grah, grah (boom)
like, suck my d*ck

[verse 8: 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

[verse 9: set da trend]
n*ggas know who the best, it ain’t up for debate, should’ve seen yogi face when i upped it and sprayed
n*gga lucky it jammed, me and nas on court, like, we did it again
been 94k, and i’m smokin’ your mans, blizzy, he ran, put faith in lil’ naz, know he totin’ the ten
for mali, i’m uppin,’ put n*ggas on shirts, smokin’ the dummy, know he got it worse
spin through the 8, shootin’ n*ggas for fun, don’t think that i’m lackin’, ej got the gun
smokin’ them dead n*ggas by the ton, i never got hit by a bus, is you dumb?
this .40 i got, got unlimited drums, tryna spin on my side, on jb, leave you done

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