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grab da spliff - ztrench lyrics

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ahh
ahhh
said i wonder why these n*ggas hate me

so you know i’m toting on stacy
stacy
run up on me imma throw like the navy
smoking that n*gga that died for a lady lady
oyk
ya babies

i bend thru the hill he get cooked like a pastry
oyk
ya diss
don’t faze me
go get back still smoking on k3
k3

rambo , gwuapo , beat
beat
how many n*ggas got caught in a week?
catch me a choppa get knocked off his feet movin k

got dots green beam red beam
got knocks so don’t test me
pop me a 30 i’m ready to sleep
call the harlem he clutching the heat
dropping my rake you get left in the street

f*ck notti he dead
notti
i see an opp imma cl!ck at his head
when i’m bending through woodside
all i see is red
jay cash died with no lead

jaycash
jaycash
jaycash

all my n*ggas keep one in the head
when you run into us then lil n*gga you dead
they just run on the reg
f*ck lil mimi that b*tch she a leg

spin the fort with like 2
f*ck lil les he a snitch and he fuu
fnok
ky sheisty got hit in his brain
we still send shots if he jacking the wooo

wooo
and you know i be ready to boom
woo woo wook
if i catch me an o he get sent to the moon
walk in the party with brooms
if he 83 he get put on the news

smoke stound dumb n*gga he fell to the ground
run into reese ian making a sound
still smoking that gunna n*gga out the pound

gunna
gunna
gunna

ahhh

you better run or you better get down
get down

sent shots, now he touching the ground
the ground
me and spazz, yeah we drilling the town
drilling the town if he jack woo he get sent to the pound

sike
gotta knocks with unlimited rounds
when i cl!ck, everybody hear a sound
like, if they do run up, i’m letting it blow
like, don’t put that gun up
this sh*t can get loud
like, how many opps did i catch in the south?
now i’m catching all these opps in the west
like, stupid lil’ n*gga, shoulda had him a vest
i sent three shots, two shots hit his chest

two shots to the chest
two shots to the chest

stupid n*gga never got back
two shots to the chest
stupid n*gga never got back

remember nights i was walking with heaters
smoking on boomer and this sh*t a peter
d*block, go steam em, roll up , pour a four in the leader
you stoppin’ the chase, so we gon’ have to leave you
we spinning broad day looking for a peter

he dropped my raf but he ran out his sneakers
chase him down leave him by the bleachers
we gone spin through blay
looking for opps

up on a woo put the beam to his top
run down gang shooter get shot
smoking on tory, tony and rock
ybfk y’all be talking to cops

see a cloc and i’m throwing a shot
smoking on lay so you smoking on pop
gdot died
all in a blunt

all of my n*ggas be toating on 40’s
try to run up on me catch a shot to the top
dropinn the woo , cause y’all n*ggas some cops

smoking on boomer, sh*t punching a lot
smoking on boomer, sh*t punching a lot

- ztrench lyrics

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