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letra de freestyle - kay glizz

they be like, “kg dumpin’ all these tracks”
if he ever think ’bout spinnin’, he get clapped
spinnin’ thru’ linden, what’s the point of that?
turned you to a pack, now we gettin’ smacked
off a new one, ain’t no try to run rick when the crew come
don’t get it twist, the opposition do run
bendin’ thru’ [?], yeah i’m totin’ two guns
look, these n-ggas soft, they homie took one to the head, now everybody off the porch
up and let it off
nuni out here throwin’ bullets, the oppers catch ’em, randy moss
8 trey from the floss
anyone crackin’ my 3 or droppin’ the g, they get tossed
i wanna play ball, they never outside on they block, they make it hard for us to score
shoot first, it’s the greatest decision
n-ggas keep gettin’ hit on they missions
wit’ this 30 stick i’m goin’ fishin’, anyone we spot i bet they goin’ missin’
hop out, it’s immediate fl!ckin’
i send three, i told jd keep cl!ckin’
please don’t get six mad, he be glitchin’
ain’t no beef wit’ them, them n-ggas snitchin’
who really takin’ them trips? i came home, still takin’ them risks
me and sav two deep in the line wit’ them sh-ts, fiendin’ to make us a spliff
von on me out here tryna diss, but news flash the music is p-ss
came home tryna ice, but now i’m on hots ’cause they always suckin’ my d-ck
if we get the lo’, it’s a vibe
we parked the v on the 5’s
we see a rabbit, up and let it fly
g baby, i’m cl!ckin’ your guys
we in the v, better not see your live
if we do, on bro we gon’ slide
like tdot, up it and throw on them guys
n-ggas movin’ like they finna line
whenever we troop, don’t see a soul
in the ville, it’s the land of the ghosts
if he jackin’ yawa gang, i gotta throw
bet these hollows gon’ pick through his throat
wal blixk, how is you suckin’ my d-ck when melly was mali boppin’ on the floor?
smokin’ mali everywhere i go, opp n-ggas never on sh-t on bro
like, i’m not understandin’, why you all on my d-ck on some fan sh-t?
i would never take credit for nun’ my mans did, i’m the one uppin’ and flarin’
i be prayin’ n-ggas movin’ slimy for nothin’, but f-ck it i’m tired of carin’
all that fake sh-t, ion’ go near it
don’t see, don’t speak, don’t hear it p-ssy

- kay glizz

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