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letra de crank dat cypher - kenzo balla

[intro]
like, what?
kayarchon
ahh
every opp shot
ohhhh
everything dead
ahh

[verse 1: kenzo balla]
that n-gga dead i could tell by the twitch
like, n-ggas ain’t never do sh-t
smoking lotti, mix it with the nick
all the opps know our body, n-ggas really b-tch
i’m with cuzzy, let’s spin thru the mitch
we tryna bend thru up on a-
mdot got hit in his sh-t
like, sha dead shot, they left him on his strip
like, why these oy n-ggas tryna try me?
tell n-ggas go get back for notti
poked up, n-ggas got up on his body
jokes up, glo start hitting like lotti
on the 8 perked up, moving oppy
big knocks and i’m looking for sha gz
head tap leave him like he was e dotty
everything dead, n0body lit i’m like copy
maybach parked up in the t’s, i’m tryna leave a n-gga like he [?]
it’s so many opps they got put on a tee, like, leg shot make a n-gga shoulder lean
i can’t wait ’til i see yus gz, i bet when he get shot this time he off the scene
and it’s still free dthang gz, when he come home he get put in a splee
5th to the sev, free flock, free tg, free hunta, free wes, free keme
free pdot, free doowop beezly, real risk takers over here ain’t figi’s
on the jet’s you hear me screaming ewie
b-tch i’m on bt looking for the dg
gb throw up the wokk when you see me
tp, charlie got hit in his beanie
on the gates tryna make me a shirt, i’m tryna put a n-gga in the dirt
jt, omie, dollas, rell, all of ’em n-ggas got hit where it hurt
gpop, fries, wayne, mell, i spot me a sweeper bet i’m upping it first
get him popped like a trunk or a perc
flock the scene up and watch ’em disperse
tap my head just for rah rah, like, can’t forget about rah he got left in the whip
tap my head for e dotty, like, tap my head ’cause he died he got hit in his sh-t
if me and tg saw bloodie and roscoe
i bet you we would’ve beat him like a b-tch
do him like dummy poke him in his ribs
back out the knock beat him ’til he twitch
[verse 2: cito bl!ck]
all these n-ggas keep dissin’, that sh-t gotta stop
li-like, what? get off my c-ck
said i got cut but can’t tell me the spot
and i’m big eos, they ain’t spinnin’ my block
like still free crippy, he stuck on a rock
and every opp that we trigger, trip it, let it flock
bend through the gz, and the o’s
catch osama, send him to his bro
p-pdl, i got the lo’
spot me a [?]
sha gz turn jet, now he turnin’ the 4s
n-gga turn into a smoochie, moving like a ho
chilling on every block, whenever yours
like, we not [?] done it, y’all already lost
gpop in the air, permanently sleep
i be spinnin’ the [?] like every other week
dubski, lucci, swerv on they feet
like, rah rah, mexy, stuck on the v
double back, tryna catch me a p
i really can’t wait ’til they 3-0 the g
like free pdot, free hunta, free wes dot
n-ggas be talkin’ crazy but on deadlock
d-gunna ain’t lack out
swervo got beat, like, both of ’em n-ggas turning themselfs
[verse 3: jaydachaserr]
what my n-ggas bend through
free, pdot, free hunta, free wes too
f-ck the opps, when we saw, we gon’ send through
b-tch tryna chill, but i gotta correct too
and we smokin’ on charlie, mex too
can’t forget about dubski, lu too
on they block i’m outside, they don’t want to
on the 5th or the sev they don’t come through
kay back, now they duckin’ they tacos
smokin’ dubs, when i spin on the vatos
i’m so glad he got turned into gelato
no beef with the gates ‘cuz they shoot with they eyes closed
we ain’t hitting civilians, we be really drilling sh-t
why they talkin’ what they not tho?
i’m with bigger, he lettin’ the 9 go
couple got hit, just for mentioning my bros
free tg, free doowop, free keme
like call my n-ggas, it’s official
5th to the sev, like f-ck who got a issue
he lack on that block i’m sending out a missle
rah rah pit bullets, rip through his tissue
bl!ck got the beam, ain’t no way we gon’ miss you
they don’t ever get back, on the same [?] gon’ forget you

[verse 4: rayy balla]
pass the notti, we smoke ’em a lot
on the hill, tryna catch me an o, on they block
if i spot ’em, i up it in flock
if i don’t got my g, he dead like gpop
poked up, n-ggas get left in the spot
like, i’m tryin’ to make ’til he drop
like, we been sending out shots
bharlie been fienin’ to stay out the block
first thing you hear is that motherf-cking ah
like, that’s how you know, you got shot
and i’m not smoking on rah no more
like, that lil n-gga some block
i’m with the guys, pass the dead main opps
like, somebody roll up the dots
leg shot, headshot, wasn’t a suprise
just wanted them n-ggas to went out, suicide
and doesn’t matter ‘cuz both of ’em died
they got fried like some chicken, let’s put ’em in a box
free the guys out the rock, and the one that’s on top [?] blowin’ down the spot
b-tch we do this a lot
need a new g, i like uses a lot
hang out the roof tryna knock off an [?]
we got guns like the soldiers, so boy better stop
[outro]
(grrah)
(grrah, grrah, boom)
(every opp shot)
(ahh)
(ahh)
(like what)
(suck my d-ck)
(mezzy gang)
(ah)

- kenzo balla

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