letra de freekaiblixk - wal blixk
[intro: headtapp gz]
heady
tgk, n-gga
baow
n-gga, f-ck the opps
free margee, free gbaby, n-gga
free bv floxks
n-gga, free the cl!ckers, n-gga
grrah grrah
free lots fo floxks, n-gga
grrah grrah
free rg
[verse 1: headtapp gz]
you better have a plan
‘cause this thirty stick won’t jam when it’s in my hand
all i know is blam
why these tg n-ggas think they crazy linkin’ wit’ the rg thinkin’ they the man?
free mar he stuck on the can
free g wit’ the g, on bro
we was outside tryna let sh-t go, if we catch us a opp he get row no floats
catch us a opp he get row no boats
why this tory n-gga had to loaf?
then that tory n-gga got poked
ain’t spinnin’ for boom that n-gga got smoked
back on the b, who do we see?
better hope it’s not humble gz
we gon’ send him straight to jb
we gon’ humble that kid put that boy on a tee
mix it wit’ tuss, mix it wit’ queez
sit back and then steam
and this rilla n-gga kind of beat
i’ma mix it wit’ blaze, no mackin’ the v
jah stacks got left wit’ his head in the seat
oh my god, it’s not what it seems
send mad shots when we go on a spree
if i catch me a spiig he gon’ go underneath
[verse 2: lul keem]
when we on the b, who do we see?
see a [?] he gon’ be a p
ain’t no question gon’ hop out and squeeze
n-ggas talkin’ on lo they don’t how we [?]
wit’ the broom, n-gga, watch how i sweep
i come throwin’, n-gga, i’ma leave
yo, [?] keep dissin’, sh-t sad
kay30 got beat on, do bad
like, when did you come to my hood let it blast?
can’t count how much times we spun through the hats
better go ask borgie his body collapse
[verse 3: kai blixk]
on bro y’all not on what i’m on
in coney tryna get somethin’ gone
and [?] got packed up by the store
and dulla was runnin’, trippin’ on the floor
borgie got shot, we left him on the b
ablixk got shot on the scene
send five if he jackin’ tg
and nine more shots if he yellin’ “bg”
[?] got beat out the v
if that was rg would’ve been in a splee
like, tony got hit in his bean and what did they do for lil 15?
like, shoxky, glizzy, dead
two opps got hit in they head
we gon’ spin through the yard wit’ some lead, like, f-ck ray pizz he got hit in his head, dummy
[verse 4: wal blixk]
lead on my hip this sh-t rusty
lil dior got hit in his tummy
rackz was runnin’ on feet it was funny
[?] got shot he was doin’ the dougie
[?] almost died, n-gga almost a duppy
like, bay n-ggas keep gettin’ lucky
lotto got poked, n-gga, he was too clumsy
he tried to run, too fat, n-gga chubby
humble gz, n-gga, stay on the bench
when the cap in your rap gon’ end?
f-ck that, n-gga you not even drench
f-ck that, lexi and bree goin’ [?]
they know that the ruger extend, dummy
n-gga, it’s ten out of ten
ahh, ahh, ahh, and they [?] is a kid he gon’ did wit’ his friends
look, oh they thinkin’ they tough?
[?] n-ggas really is punks
my n-ggas got it, y’all know what’s up
free bro, n-gga, ask tg buckzz
he was in g hall, he wasn’t tough
and now all of a sudden you jackin’ its up
judah blixk punched you, n-gga
you gotta get back, enough is enough
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