Grab da Spliff (feat. Spazz g)
Ztrench
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Ahh Ahhh Said I wonder why these niggas hate me So you know I'm toting on Stacy Stacy Run up on me imma throw like the Navy Smoking that nigga 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 niggas 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 click 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 niggas keep one in the head When you run into us then lil nigga you dead They just run on the Reg F*ck lil Mimi that bitch 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 nigga he fell to the Ground Run into Reese Ian making a sound Still smoking that Gunna nigga 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 click, everybody hear a sound Like, if they do run up, I'm letting it blow like, don't put that gun up this shit 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' nigga, 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 nigga never got back Two shots to the chest Stupid nigga never got back Remember nights I was walking with heaters Smoking on boomer and this shit 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 niggas be Toating on 40's Try to run up on me catch a shot To the top Dropinn the Woo , cause y'all Niggas some Cops Smoking on boomer, shit punching a lot Smoking on boomer, shit punching a lot
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Written by: Spazz G, Zimere D, Ztrench Nyc
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