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letra de freak on - lee drilly

(like, grahh, graah graah)
(like, like, why these n-ggas actin’ like, like we not them n-ggas
like, like like, we not one of them n-ggas like, like these n-ggas not soft, like)
(d-mn jefe)
(oh my…)
(graah, graah)
(like they mans died they ain’t spin and get back for him)
(his brother got shot when them n-ggas saw him)
(lee drilly!)
(i don’t understand, n-ggas…)
(94gz no gz like these ya hurd, jack b’s we jack bigger b’s drop my sh-t we gon let it squeeze)
(blixkyk)
think they on me but i keep it tucked
feel like kobe way i’m always clutch
run up on me then you out of luck
send ’em to the angels turn them into dust
we buggin and buzzin i don’t give a f-ck
then sheemy disscussin turn ’em to a blunt
the blixky p-ssy why they tryna front
and everyone with ’em better duck
mori was sucking icees and spanking himself (ayoo!)
just look at the picture he paint for himself
when the bro act like that there ain’t no coming back
why the f-ck they let this n-gga rap?
everything they talk about is cap
but i still ain’t take ’em off the map
i’m a qb and all y’all n-ggas running routes
i be throwin’ while all y’all n-ggas run track
i don’t know where y’all took it so instead of the bronx let’s do it in brooklyn
can’t forget about- ’cause we cooked him, don’t diss just react, i’m moving like crooklyn
same blixk ‘gon think i hate it
and his music you better not play it
him and ray in the ‘stu tryna make hits
lowkey them n-ggas on some g-y sh-t
[?] blixk watch a dummy i saw that
and bro’s name n-ggas know we caught that
you was on the phone you wasn’t on that
you was talking nicely was just off that
to my jail n-ggas, blixkys off that
if you catch one, get a skull crack
if i catch one, i’ma draw that
hollow tip’s supposed to make ’em fall back
hold on, hold on lemme talk my sh-t real quick like
gdk, blixkyk, n-ggas know my body you heard
i’m ’boutta get a little more disrespectful, in case n-ggas think i’m playing you heard like, suck my d-ck
(aaaaahhhhhh)
(i’m back in!)

no blixky to drilly n-ggas know i said that
smoking nick them n-ggas know i meant that
how we gon’ link with people who ain’t get back?
spazz ain’t jacking n-ggas cuz i sent that
catch a blixky n-gga we gon’ bend that
and your [?] bullets gon’ dead that
[?] call me he was tryna dead that
like this pack is where nazzy’s head at
blixky n-ggas is starting to lose me
you d-mn right it’s lit y’all dropping the whoopty
malo wanna argue i got toolies
i ain’t in the shows i like to shoot movies
got woo b-tches tryna scoo me
and these blixky b-tches tryna do me
y’all can’t diss this n-gga you a goofy
now i said free spazz the drilly’s have [?]
woulda’ been smoking that nick and nas
spin my block that’s ill advised
mori praying his brother is still alive
tryna tell him that only the real survive
malo got punched he can’t be pushing p
took a vid and you was looking sweet
if that was me i woulda’ took the heat
add attachments gotta [?]
[?] he gon die for the k!ll
tryna drill me an opp i get high on the drill
free mb he gon’ ride for the drill
and edai home he on time for the drill
me and e-wuu creep like spazz on the drill
[?] on the 9 thats my steel
i’ma shoot from deep n-gga i’m elite n-gga
shoot 22 i’m a sniper for real
hold on, lil blixky is packin’ n sh-t
fetty g blunt slapin’ n sh-t
nas blixk died and that tragic n sh-t
shotty made nick do a backflip n sh-t
and my gz they ain’t having that sh-t
move wock then they blasting that sh-t
red, green beam [?] in this b-tch
put a o in his back, i was just for the hit
like, i’m glad these n-ggas wanna play
got ’em mad they jacking drillyk
it get tact, when the slide out they ain’t safe
make a pack i’m tryna drop a rake
[?] i’m jacking gdk
matter of fact my n-ggas ebk
we gon’ get up with y’all either way
hollow’s chase him picking up the pace
(hold on)
creep up while its late (malo)
leave him where he stay (mori)
that lil n-gga g-y
and y’all copped it on the phone the [?]
how long y’all been beefin still ain’t spin the rey{way}
slide with nesty, melly, or my 8s
talk on rah what happened the next day
mori brother got shot in his face
they said i was paying respect
i was playing f-ck that n-gga death
he got 48 before he left
dap him up the shotty to his chest
ralo p-ssy [?] up the mess
mori soft that n-gga got me fessed
so we smoking on, so we smoking on, so we smoking on nick his brother gon’ be next
(like, this the last time i’ma mention y’all n-ggas like, i don’t wanna see y’all n-ggas again you heard?)
(94gz no gz like these you heard jack b’s we jack bigger b’s)
(i’m really on that timing i don’t know ’bout yall but i been outside like, like like, like)
(it ain’t even 24 hours on y’all n-ggas ass like)
(ysl fly hound die hound)
(like like, like like, f-ck you talking bout n-gga)

- lee drilly

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