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letra de king of drill - nas blixky

[intro]
(traphousemob)
(grr, baow)
(pop, pop, pop)
we gon’ tell all these f-ck n-ggas
we want all that, we don’t fear no man (rrah)
don’t stop ‘till that glizzy jam

how you like, now your mans on a t-shirt
[?], so i’m finna bleach it
hoodie on flock, and you call me the reaper
(hoodie on flock, and you call me the reaper)
[verse 1]
we got guns and the clips, like it’s military
f-ck the opps, put their face on a pictionary
push ‘em down, leave ‘em dead, and it’s cemetery
givin’ love when i’m only in february
pull up, we flockin’, no problems
them bodies start droppin’
them n-ggas -?
remember i came up from nothin’
when my n-ggas tweakin’
you know that we play for keeps
it’s one in the head, n-ggas totin’
my bl!cky start squeezin’
we leavin’ a murder scene
pull up, kb, he gon’ let it rain
put some shots to your brain, how your body lean
play, i’m on top, [?] in a toaster
stupid got hit, in his back and his shoulder
boolin’ in queen, with the -?, and we’re poled up
you ain’t gon drill, you lil n-ggas holsters

[verse 2]
put a mask on my face, and i’m on a mission
can n-ggas get hit, then they end up snitchin’
now that boy on a shirt, and you playin’ victim
now he thank for the god, that he really livin’
know some haters, so now everybody fell
got shots to his brain, watch his -?
f-ck them n-ggas that dissin’
i spot ‘em, i got ‘em
them bullets gon’ drop ‘em
i’m with 6-0, he gon’ lift ‘em
gang for nothing, got shots [?]
keep that boy body, like we playin’ puzzle
shawty a baba, i’m not for a cuddle
[verse 3]
if he droppin’ the rakes, i can’t wait to meet
miss days when i had all these enemies
when y’all see me, just whole lotta energy
brodie get out the whip, watch the .40 squeeze
and i fought for the opps, i would never be
free the bros, -? and felonies
blixky gang, we gon’ flash, why they mad at us?
just look at your score, we fought amateurs
brodie told me “keep rappin’”, no letting up
lost a soldier, the blixky gon’ wet ‘em up
back to back, we gon’ flock when we spinnin’
then run, and your body be twitchin’
i ain’t cap, all my n-ggas be sinnin’
free gotti and coka, the twirlers
free quavo, you know that’s a demon
get up on a -?, and leave him

[outro]
now they got me back up on that greedy sh-t
you know it’s stain gang, i’m like “gimme this”
only metal jackets, and this .30 clip
-? i was murderin’
if you say, that you got it, i got it too
man, i gotta spit fast when i’m in the booth
when the fans see me spinnin’, they know it’s true
gettin’ money, now i drill out of foreign coupes

- nas blixky

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