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letra de nydrillofficial freestyle - kay glizz

[intro]
(ayo, fritz, you engineered this?)
frrah, frrah
frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah
like, troopers troop, n-gga
troopers, troopers
frrah, frrah
it’s up with n-ggas that i was locked in with, that’s how this sh-t go now
they got guns, them sh-ts 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 n-ggas that i was locked in with, that’s how this sh-t go now
they got guns, them sh-ts 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 ones who troopin’ through the whole town
and i’m beggin’ for n-ggas to push up
’cause this g26 gon’ speak for me
i can’t trust a n-gga, 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 sh-t that i did for this sh-t, you can’t test me
you play with my rank in this sh-t, it get messy
grrah, ray tank 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
chill out, we at your crib, come outside
you put baby boy in the track, now you high? p-ssy
i be outside all the time
you lookin’ for me, i’m never hard to find, you know that
this sh-t real in the field, we can’t go back
tryna fl!ck 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 [?] 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
f-ck shamell, we smokin’ on his chest
jay savv think he hot, he gon’ be next
in the ‘ville, it ain’t ever no wreck
only tilden, we go over there to test knocks
tryna figure out who got the best knocks
hopefully a dizzy get head-popped
[?] got my chest hot
[?]
[chorus]
it’s up with n-ggas that i was locked in with, that’s how this sh-t go now
they got guns, them sh-ts 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 ones who troopin’ through the whole town
and i’m beggin’ for n-ggas to push up
’cause this g26 gon’ speak for me
i can’t trust a n-gga, 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

[outro]
grrah, grrah, suck my d-ck, n-gga
free the f-ckin’ troops
everything shot down, n-gga

- kay glizz

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