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Kay Glizz - NyDrill FREESTYLE

[Intro]
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Frrah, frrah
Frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah
Like Troopers troop, nigga
Troopers, Troopers
Frrah, frrah
It's up with niggas that I was locked in with, that's how this shit go now
They got guns, them shits is just for show now
I get the lo' on that block, it get blown down
If I don't got my—
But it's tucked, you could—
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Look

[Chorus]
It's up with niggas that I was locked in with, that's how this shit go now
They got guns, them shits is just for show now
I get the lo' on that block, it get blown down
If I don't got my bang, I'ma throw down
But it's tucked, you could pick how it go down
Stack bread, gotta hold the bros down
Troopers the one who troopin' through the whole town
And I'm beggin' for niggas to push up
'Cause this G26 gon' speak for me
I can't trust a nigga, I'll burn him
The back door open, I gotta keep heat with me
If I die, who gon' be six feet with me?
You ain't break bread, you cannot eat with me
It's just me and my G in these streets with me
Love Nunnie Bop 'cause I know he gon' geek with me
[Verse]
I don't care if we locked in for ten years, you're never gonna disrespect me
The shit that I did for this shit, you can't test me
You play with my rank in this shit, it get messy
Grrah, Ray Take head got me deady
They must've forgot that homie caught that leggy
Kick me a bank, I do not want a freshy
It's same-day sauce, I need it to be ready
Slide and provide, I say it again, somebody gon' go bye
Everyone don't gotta hop in the ride, but whoever don't gotta do otherwise
Drilla, we at your crib, come outside
You put baby boy in the track, now you high, pussy?
I be outside all the time
You lookin' for me, I'm never hard to find, you know that
This shit real in the field, we can't go back
Tryna flick where my used-to-be bros be at
I was baffled when brodie had told me that
He heard big bro— shh, eatin' Colby Jack
And the piece tryna leave a big homie flat
Opp thot on my bop tryna tote the gat
But she gotta let glah-glah blow her back
Frrah, frrah, frrah
Fuck Shamel, we smokin' on his chest
Jay Savv think he hot, he gon' be next
In the Ville, it ain't never no wreck
Only Tilden, we go over there to test knocks
Tryna figure out who got the best knocks
Hopefully a Dizzy get headpopped
Too much Poppa, Nook got my chest hot
Humble wanna mention us, let's glide
[Chorus]
It's up with niggas that I was locked in with, that's how this shit go now
They got guns, them shits is just for show now
I get the lo' on that block, it get blown down
If I don't got my bang, I'ma throw down
But it's tucked, you could pick how it go down
Stack bread, gotta hold the bros down
Troopers the one who troopin' through the whole town
And I'm beggin' for niggas to push up
'Cause this G26 gon' speak for me
I can't trust a nigga, I'll burn him
The back door open, I gotta keep heat with me
If I die, who gon' be six feet with me?
You ain't break bread, you cannot eat with me
It's just me and my G in these streets with me
Gotta love Nunnie, I know he gon' geek with me

[Outro]
Grrah, grrah
Suck my dick, nigga
Free the fuckin' Troops
Everything shot down, nigga

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