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letra de denied - pj glizzy

[intro]
gang, gang, gang
grah,grah, grah, grah
gang, gang, gang
like, uh-huh
die gz, gang, gang, gang

[chorus – pj glizzy]
boy just walked in the spot, start cl!cking
he told me it was to oppy
when i upped it and draw, i step on the car
i’m shooting the feds in a heartbeat
called up dougie b, we got a l!ck
we gon’ hop out, like two or three bl!cks
oh that drilly gang we gotta hit
oh that drilly gang we bouta blitz

[verse 1 – dougie b]
turn to the o, b-tch we don’t go
big ebk, we got too many poles
too many bottles, respect
don’t beef if you broke
tell him pick up a gun and put it for bro
b-tch i’m not lacking,i don’t got my choppa any n-gga get knocked right out
we got choppas and knockas, extended to hollows
b-tch me and gang walked out
b-tch i’m high like a kite, light’s out
i’m a flocka, can’t box right now
got cops still rapping: “like how?”
time to gеt back, push your boy, pipe down
i’mma just walk on this sh-t, when i walk with the grip, b-tch i walk with a l!ck
can’t bе moving to fast, got the chop on my hip
they be saying we be rappers and sh-t
yo b-tch out here caressing and sh-t
glizzy keep a .30, and i keep a .9
if that b-tch run her t–th, tell that b-tch off the y
ain’t no reason to slide, n-ggas never outside
it’s the f-ck all the opps, anybody could die
[chorus – pj glizzy]
boy just walked in the spot, start cl!cking
he told me it was to oppy
when i upped it and draw, i step on the car
i’m shooting the feds in a heartbeat
called up dougie b, we got a l!ck
we gon’ hop out, like two or three bl!cks
oh that drilly gang we gotta hit
oh that drilly gang we bouta blitz

[verse 2 – pj glizzy]
brody got the drop, he got the l!ck
he shooting like bro, like he made the pick
that baba she lying, he just start the trip
that knocking start kicking, that boy got the smith
and benzo just told: “we just caught us a running man”
that hollow tip knocka that boy out right of his place
that choppa go: “grah, grah, grah, grah!”
they tryna push us, oh nah, nah, nah
if you jacking gz, put that boy in the pavement
we smoking woo lotti, dummy in the air
i’m flushing the-, i don’t even care
got dougie with me, and we spin make it hot
that .40 make that p-ssy boy disappear
if he jacking drilly gang, cl!cking the spot
that .42 got that lil’ b-tch moving weird
that’s why i just walk with the stick, with the knock
[chorus – pj glizzy]
boy just walked in the spot, start cl!cking
he told me it was to oppy
when i upped it and draw, i step on the car
i’m shooting the feds in a heartbeat
called up dougie b, we got a l!ck
we gon’ hop out, like two or three bl!cks
oh that drilly gang we gotta hit
oh that drilly gang we bouta blitz

- pj glizzy

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