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letra de drilly gzzly - say drilly

[intro]
grah, grah, grah, grah
grah, grah, boom
say drilly
gang, gang, gang, gang
like what? like what? like what?
suck my d-ck
rippy, rippy, rippy
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
ogzk, oyk
like what? like what? like what?
suck my d-ck
like what? like what? like what?
[verse 1 – say drilly]
[?] ain’t come to my block
man them n-ggas could die on the spot
i throw up the jet while i’m dropping the rock
if i see [?], he get kicked off the spot
drilly gang, yeah they know we on top
f-ck a [?], why the h-ll would i [?]
[?] gz, n-ggas know that’s my bop
and if i see flocks then i’m making them drop
it’s a difference from us and the opps
they got n-ggas who talking to cops
we was them n-ggas who beat up your pops
told ’em free [?]
i got [?] he totin’ the knocks
scream [?] and see if he stop
if he do, i’ll just let off the chop
the rest is a guess, but i bet he gon’ drop
i can’t wait til’ i see kenzo b
matter fact, where the f-ck tg?
these n-ggas p-ssy, don’t wanna see me
if i bend through the o then i send more than 3
like wait
don’t run, get clipped
he got a beam on the gun but he missed
one move gets you turned to a spliff
like nazzy got hit in his head, seen him twitch
n-ggas bugging, they never on sh-t
on the rey imma empty my clip
throw up the s and i’m dropping that sh-t
she try to run and i’m clapping that b-tch
now i’m back on the top, on my bullsh-t
now i’m back on the block with that full clip
tried to play me so i had to use it
sh-t could get sticky, like f-ck all the music
[?] we know you a f-ggot
ain’t no [?], you ain’t never come blast it
last time he came to my block it was tragic
word to my mother that sh-t was a [?]
mr. hangoutthewhip but he what?
mr. hangoutthewhip though he dodge sh-t
word to my gz, he gon’ pull up and [?]
he tried to act and we cut all that [?]
tell them n-ggas don’t diss on my deads
that’s on bro, he get sent to the sky
[?] keep on dissing but n-ggas don’t slide
[?] cos a n-gga just died
he can’t drill cos he got too much pride
tell that n-gga to go pick a side
when we pull up i don’t care who dies
he can get shot i don’t care if he [?]
that’s a fact i got lined by a b-tch, but the n-gga that chased me is dead in my spliff
so tell them get back, cos it’s lit
yeah i’m smoking on nazzy, i throw up the rips
ek you a b-tch and you never did sh-t
and on bro we smoking your b-tch
he got punched and started coppin’ the 5th
[?] he punching the whip
[?] stay geeking, he totin on sticks
i can’t wait til i see me a crip
smoking on noah, he got beat out his kicks
ek you p-ssy, you see me you dipped
cblu why you saying my name?
if i bend through the rey, bullets rip through his brain
dougie b got booked for a chain
man that’s word to my dead that they don’t put in pain
and these n-ggas just cap for the ‘net
like jb a d-ck, he got hit in the neck
matter fact, we gon’ talk on the rest
yellow got hit, another pack in the jet
and i heard that they dissin’ and sh-t, rolling up crips got me smoking on [?]
like, and i heard that they missing and sh-t
back out the beam bullets rip through his tank, like
can’t forget jacob died with his vest
i got [?] he toting a tec, like
[?] on go, tryna make a mess
juju see opps and he leaving them stretched
[?] talking on alayna
drilly gang, we gon’ score like the lakers
juju on go tryna dump on a hater
she tried to line me she put in danger
i call up louie, he got too much anger
he bugging, i bet he gon’ flame ’em
dunk on the opps and get low on the ranger
i just be creeping, i move like a stranger
[verse 2 – reemo]
grah, grah, grah, grah, boom
grah, grah, boom
ayo it’s that reemo n-gga, don’t forget the o but i’m every o shot n-gga, word to my mother n-gga
gang, gang, gang, gang

i been bugging lately, tryna spin on the opps
we stay too deep when we get the drop
don’t run, don’t trip
unlimited shots [?]
and this n-gga talking about a dead gunna
n-gga, you was on the gunnas d-ck
if you run in the field, better up that
you a opp, got a chain? better tuck that
spin through, see an opp, better dunk that
throw one shot in his head, we ain’t aiming for legs
throw one shot in his head, we ain’t aiming for legs
if you jacking the flocks, get flocked
if he jacking the o, get whacked
if he jacking the rey, he get left
don’t run, should had you a vest
don’t run, should had you a what?
don’t run, should had you a vest

[outro – reemo & say drilly]
grah, grah, grah, grah, grah, boom
ayo it’s that reemo n-gga, don’t forget the o but i’m every o shot n-gga
free my brothers til i see my brothers, word to my mother n-gga
it’s that say jett n-gga, suck my d-ck, n-ggas know how we coming
drillygzzly n-gga
til we die n-gga
drillygzzly

- say drilly

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