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letra de industry plants - troopers, kay glizz & nunnie da iii

[intro: kay glizz]
grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n-gga
n-ggas know what’s up, n-gga, free my t’s, on bro grave
n-ggas know how the f-ck we comin’, n-gga (58 present the gang)
i’m in the stu’ with benzo

[chorus: kay glizz]
grrah, n-ggas made us do it, so we did it
all that sh-t that they rappin’ is fiction
face shot, he in critical condition
frontin’ on them troops and now he with the fishes
with this thirty stick, i’m goin’ fishin’
anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
fly ooters, we need all the chicken
move with the makk, but i be on my rip sh-t
i can name multiple blocks that ain’t with it
they be duckin’ they top when we fl!ckin’
send-three always standin’ on his business
give it up before you meet this fifth, b-tch
and i been on hots for a minute
if he don’t slide or provide, he could get it
you could push up if you want, but i’ma keep flockin’ and flockin’ until this sh-t finished

[post-chorus: kay glizz]
and they never do sh-t to the troops
whenever we shoot, n-ggas always duck sh-lls
jah buckzz suckin’ gang d-ck, he was payin’ homage when he was in jail
i was in [?], n-gga, kickin’ wells
and they steady be duckin’ these bells
i’ma take a sh-ll before a n-gga tell
dissin’ baby bro, you better wish him well
[verse 1: kay glizz]
n-ggas always on cop sh-t
go get active, let off your knockin’
whatever they jackin’ outside, sh-t nonsense
they hit the rock and they drop it
opp thot tryna get in my pockets
but i can’t blow a bag on a thot b-tch
ray pizz’s d-ckhead flockin’
thought he was grown when my ooter had popped him
free savage and free 6ix, the n-ggas that blast sh-t
we come trim every trip, we ain’t average
we made to spray, we flip, gymnastics
bang your ratchet
and free dough, my baby ooters back him
this four-nick leave holes that’s massive
boom, slime, troopers really on that bag sh-t
up the street tryna catch us a basket

[chorus: kay glizz]
n-ggas made us do it, so we did it
all that sh-t that they rappin’ is fiction
face shot, he in critical condition
frontin’ on them troops and now he with the fishes
with this thirty stick, i’m goin’ fishin’
anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
fly ooters, we need all the chicken
move with the makk, but i be on my rip sh-t
i can name multiple blocks that ain’t with it
they be duckin’ they top when we fl!ckin’
send-three always standin’ on his business
give it up before you meet this fifth, b-tch
and i been on hots for a minute
if he don’t slide or provide, he could get it
you could push up if you want, but i’ma keep flockin’ and flockin’ until this sh-t finished
[post-chorus: kay glizz & nunnie da iii]
they never do sh-t to the troops
whenever we shoot, n-ggas always duck sh-lls
jah buckzz suckin’ gang d-ck, he was payin’ homage when he was in jail
i was in [?], n-gga, kickin’ wells (grrah, grrah)
and they steady be duckin’ these bells (grrah, grrah)
i’ma take a sh-ll before a n-gga tell (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
dissin’ baby bro, you better wish him well

[verse 2: nunnie da iii]
[?], n-gga, word to my dead, n-ggas really gotta do some gettin’ back (grrah, grrah)
kwah hit the rock and stopped jackin’ makk
turned ape, he keep changin’ what he jack (grrah, grrah)
buggs should’ve died, he should be a pack
drip with me, so i could never lack
kg on t’s tryna catch a hat (grrah, grrah)
free savv, they got all my n-ggas snapped (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
free 6ix, mr. up and let it blam
if only y’all knew what i knew (grrah, grrah)
if only y’all knew what we do
them n-ggas be dissin’, we threw at them too (grrah, grrah)
we need a basket
i’m tired of all them n-ggas chattin’
i’m in the stuy tryna make a package
humble was suckin’ icees like a f-ggot (mori)
41k, i’ma let ’em have it (mori)
linkin’ with n-ggas who smokin’ on lay, like, i don’t understand (n-gga)
like, how are you jackin’ that man?
jah woo p-ssy, they stripped him on cam
[?] lucky, he saw us and ran
everybody k!ller, it’s only the fam
pfa know how i get with the tan
troopers takin’ over, linden be the land, like, grrah
[chorus: kay glizz]
grrah, n-ggas made us do it, so we did it
all that sh-t that they rappin’ is fiction
face shot, he in critical condition
frontin’ on them troops and now he with the fishes
with this thirty stick, i’m goin’ fishin’
anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
fly ooters, we need all the chicken
move with the makk, but i be on my rip sh-t
i can name multiple blocks that ain’t with it
they be duckin’ they top when we fl!ckin’
send-three always standin’ on his business
give it up before you meet this fifth, b-tch
and i been on hots for a minute
if he don’t slide or provide, he could get it
you could push up if you want, but i’ma keep flockin’ and flockin’ until this sh-t finished

[outro: kay glizz]
i’m in the stu’ with benzo

- troopers kay glizz nunnie da iii

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