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letra de no kizzy - tiny b

[intro: tiny b & tg flockaa]
grrah, like, ah
ayo, tg, what’s the word, gang? (you know what the f-ck goin’ on)
drhayk
grrah, grrah, boom, boom, boom (jddm got the fly)

[verse 1: tiny b & tg flockaa]
with tg, it’s time to go ku (like, what?)
evil twin and you know what we do (grrah, grrah)
say death come in three, but we gon’ pack it in two, like, grrah (we gon’ pack it in two)
when i throw, can’t miss
if i do, better catch the assist (boom, boom, better catch the assist)
pick up ya pace, don’t run, don’t trip (don’t run, don’t—)
fall on your face, opp dead in my spliff, like, grrah (don’t run, don’t trip)
notti bop and you know we get tragic (grrah)
poked him up, now he dead in a casket (boom, boom)
last stab was his ticket to death
smoke and mine and he took his last breath, like (grrah, grrah, grrah)
mbf to the death
i stay with a ‘rip, so you know we don’t trip, like, grrah (ewok)
never slippin’ and fallin’
whеn it get tact’, then you know who i’m callin’, like (thеn you know who i’m callin’)
reminiscin’ ’bout them days
couldn’t post nothin’, i was locked in that cage (like, what?)
with my head up, stand ten toes ’cause that sh-t was a setup, like, d-mn
mama workin’ for minimum wage (minimum wage)
i’m like, “d-mn, man, i gotta get paid” (yeah, we gotta get paid)
took that route, but it wasn’t the best (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
had to move right so i wouldn’t get left, like
[chorus: tiny b & tg flockaa]
so i stay with a knock, no kizzy
six shots, really known to get busy
run up the pack, so i stay with a mickey (grrah, grrah, like, what? like)
and for what did i cop it?
too tact’, ’cause i ain’t with that rock sh-t (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
move wock, i’ma up it and pop it, like
lost sha, man, that sh-t really k!ll me (gang, gang)
tinted the v, i’ma spin ’til i’m dizzy (spin ’til i’m dizzy)
now we bendin’ them blocks, opp spot
and i’m lettin’ off shots, like, grrah (grrah, grrah)
wasted time i could never get back (like, what?)
everything dead, give a f-ck what you jack (ah, gang)

[verse 2: tg flockaa]
ayo, tiny, what’s the word? what we doin’?
can’t forget the “b,” we be boomin’ (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
see an opp, start shootin’, i don’t think these n-ggas wanna see us losin’ (grrah, grrah, boom)
i been tryna chill, keep it cool (grrt)
like, n-gga, you p-ssy, what you ever do? (what you ever, like, what?)
i was outside skippin’ school (ah)
young wild n-gga breakin’ all the rules (gang, gang, gang)
oh, you think you tough? n-gga, show me (like, ah)
slide through your block and i’m comin’ doley (grrah, like, grrah)
every n-gga gon’ pay me, they owe me (they gon’ pay me, they owe)
i don’t give a f-ck if you really know me (like, what? like, what?)
like, if you really know me, then you would know better (grrt)
all black, late night, tote fourty berettas (tote fourty berettas)
buzzin’ got a stick, even better (even f-ckin’ better)
b-tches gettin’ hit, it’s whatever (b-tches gettin’ hit)
i’m ready to blitz, like, whenever (yeah, i’m ready to blitz)
all of my opps gotta get it together, ’cause none of them n-ggas ain’t doin’ no better (grrah, grrt, baow, baow)
we gon’ hop out, we gon’ slide (we gon’ slide)
like how many oy n-ggas gon’ die? (like, oyk)
caine, notti, edot, can’t forget huncho, them n-ggas is havin’ a meetin’ (big die os)
all them n-ggas was dyin’ out bleedin’ (grrt)
can’t lack, it’s that season (season)
gotta keep a knock for a lot of reasons (reasons)
if it’s lit, we could never be even (even)
[chorus: tiny b & tg flockaa]
so i stay with a knock, no kizzy
six shots, really known to get busy
run up the pack, so i stay with a mickey (grrah, grrah, like, what? like)
and for what did i cop it?
too tact’, ’cause i ain’t with that rock sh-t (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
move wock, i’ma up it and pop it, like
lost sha, man, that sh-t really k!ll me (gang, gang)
tinted the v, i’ma spin ’til i’m dizzy (spin ’til i’m dizzy)
now we bendin’ them blocks, opp spot
and i’m lettin’ off shots, like, grrah (grrah, grrah)
wasted time i could never get back (like, what?)
everything dead, give a f-ck what you jack (ah, gang)

[outro: tg flockaa & tiny b]
grrah, grrah
y’all n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on, tg and tiny, n-gga
n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on
y’all know what’s f-ckin’ goin’ on
everything f-ckin’ dead, suck my—

- tiny b

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