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sugarhill k pt 2 - the lotti brothers lyrics

[v lotti]
don’t run, beam on the gun
sugarhill k, we made them n*ggas run
smokin’ that notti, n*gga couldn’t run
when i catch an oy, i’ll be havin’ fun
tryna catch reck, walk down on feet, b*tch i f*ck wit’ the grizz, n*ggas cannot compete
(tryna catch reck, walk down on feet, b*tch i f*ck wit’ the grizz, n*ggas cannot compete)

[dee lotti]
on the sev, we gon’ smoke on some blay
f*ck wit’ the [?], so i’m totin’ on kay
like*like, i’ma hop out and blitz broad day
se*see me a opp, down them stairs i’ma (*gunshot*)
like what, bro put the beam on his bae
ballin’ like curry, v lotti like klay
like, they wanna talk, so we rolling up blay and we doak if they keep tryna play

[lotti 4z]
speak on my bros, then we goin’ insane
be poppin’ these perks, tryna get in my wave
n*ggas be cappin’ they don’t put in pain
blitz gz got the knocks, put the beam to his brain
stay on my timing, i’ll let it flame
he talk on my block, turn that boy to a stain
spin through a block, and i’m lettin’ it rain
got crypto wit’ me, we ain’t playin’ no games
now it’s time for the disses that i won’t regret, like
n*notti got stabbed in his chest (notti)
huncho got shot in his neck (bow)
dot put the dot to his head (edot)
caine got put right to bed (country)
mel shot himself in the head (oh my god)
so many hill n*ggas dead, spin through the hill, tryna flock one instead (oyk)

- the lotti brothers lyrics

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