22gz X pnv jay X leeky bandz- spazz out
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•24 Jul 2022
Verse 1: 22Gz] Front, I'ma spazz out Bro keep the Gucci up on him, my demon, no Marcus, I want it, I cash out My niggas spin every morning, get killed on your morning, same time as the cash out Empty the clip and we off it, you drippin', you saucin', let's see what your stash 'bout Ridin' 'round drinkin' Bacardi, we lit in the party, he front, I'ma back out Pull up with four, spot him, we drenchin', a beam with a forty I'm in the Foreman, bitch I been ballin' I'm tryna leave that boy brains' on the floor Spinnin' in fours, we tryna score We ain't the same, can't relate to these boys I got the sauce, we got the sauce Bitch I been drippin', who cares what it cost? The good die young, I died already Slide already, hollow tips, we shootin', poppin' Nelly Droppin' steady, they droppin' steady, they droppin' steady Don't try to spin and get the driver wet up I got my name off of spinnin', I feel a way then we drillin' I'm runnin' straight to this chicken, but I gotta stay with a blicky Slit that boy throat if he snitchin', niggas want smoke, I'ma bring it Get up close range and you finished, my niggas stay with a glizzy Pull up, lettin' off that blicky You chillin' with him, hella shots, be dead with him Free my brothers, fuck the system They know how we livin', we catch him, his head missin' Dice game, we head crackin', run up on him, head tap him We be cakin', they cappin', missin' cake, boy they lackin' [Verse 2: PNV Jay] Niggas ain't fuck with me, and the PNV Blickys they run the city Me and 22, we workin', they know what's up PNV to the Blicky, they know what's us Gotta keep me a chopper, ain't playin' no games If we get caught up, ain't sayin' no names Came from nothin', my niggas gon' shine Niggas be hatin', that shit out of line We gon' hop out with them chops out Try to run up, my niggas gon' lay him down They was hatin' like boy what you sayin' now? Them PNV niggas don't play around Dressed up in designer, we iced out My niggas gon' shine when the lights out Gotta keep me a stick nigga Niggas be hatin', I'm tryna get rich nigga Run up, meet the clip nigga Diamonds dancin' while I'm fuckin' your bitch nigga And you know that we gettin' this gwala I remember when I ain't have a dollar My niggas gon' run up the bankroll Shooters pull up and we leavin' 'em case closed And you know that we gettin' this gwala I remember when I ain't have a dollar, gang gang gang [Verse 3: Leeky Bandz] There's beef with the opps so that stick on me I went to school with the boy, now he history I know them niggas still plottin' to get to me Shoot and they miss, they ain't hittin' me Bitch I'm a god, ain't no killin' me I swear to God we gon' make it like history Couldn't go home 'til the pack off Kick doors, had to go in, no mask off Niggas talk hard but they mad soft Kick doors, had to go in, no mask off Bro said kill and I kill 'em First I couldn't feel, now I'm feelin' it Catch an opp, it ain't over, we finish him If the plug got pounds, deliver it Rob the plug, we don't go through no middleman I'm a G, I ain't talkin' 'bout Zimmerman NyQuil turned into codeine, I'm just tryna get money, I'm sellin' it Niggas keep talkin' 'bout beef, who tryna get smoked right now, let's finish it No one on ones from me, from now on swing one time, we hittin' shit Love all my homies, can't cure all the pain, so you know the gang be feelin' it All of my opps gon' die Don't even know why a nigga just mentioned it That money bring good lawyers You know our gang, we be in the sentences (no cap) There's paper every time that they print the shit And get rapping from me like a Christmas gift Hit her once then forget the bitch I finesse and go hard to go get this shit
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Verse 1: 22Gz] Front, I'ma spazz out Bro keep the Gucci up on him, my demon, no Marcus, I want it, I cash out My niggas spin every morning, get killed on your morning, same time as the cash out Empty the clip and we off it, you drippin', you saucin', let's see what your stash 'bout Ridin' 'round drinkin' Bacardi, we lit in the party, he front, I'ma back out Pull up with four, spot him, we drenchin', a beam with a forty I'm in the Foreman, bitch I been ballin' I'm tryna leave that boy brains' on the floor Spinnin' in fours, we tryna score We ain't the same, can't relate to these boys I got the sauce, we got the sauce Bitch I been drippin', who cares what it cost? The good die young, I died already Slide already, hollow tips, we shootin', poppin' Nelly Droppin' steady, they droppin' steady, they droppin' steady Don't try to spin and get the driver wet up I got my name off of spinnin', I feel a way then we drillin' I'm runnin' straight to this chicken, but I gotta stay with a blicky Slit that boy throat if he snitchin', niggas want smoke, I'ma bring it Get up close range and you finished, my niggas stay with a glizzy Pull up, lettin' off that blicky You chillin' with him, hella shots, be dead with him Free my brothers, fuck the system They know how we livin', we catch him, his head missin' Dice game, we head crackin', run up on him, head tap him We be cakin', they cappin', missin' cake, boy they lackin' [Verse 2: PNV Jay] Niggas ain't fuck with me, and the PNV Blickys they run the city Me and 22, we workin', they know what's up PNV to the Blicky, they know what's us Gotta keep me a chopper, ain't playin' no games If we get caught up, ain't sayin' no names Came from nothin', my niggas gon' shine Niggas be hatin', that shit out of line We gon' hop out with them chops out Try to run up, my niggas gon' lay him down They was hatin' like boy what you sayin' now? Them PNV niggas don't play around Dressed up in designer, we iced out My niggas gon' shine when the lights out Gotta keep me a stick nigga Niggas be hatin', I'm tryna get rich nigga Run up, meet the clip nigga Diamonds dancin' while I'm fuckin' your bitch nigga And you know that we gettin' this gwala I remember when I ain't have a dollar My niggas gon' run up the bankroll Shooters pull up and we leavin' 'em case closed And you know that we gettin' this gwala I remember when I ain't have a dollar, gang gang gang [Verse 3: Leeky Bandz] There's beef with the opps so that stick on me I went to school with the boy, now he history I know them niggas still plottin' to get to me Shoot and they miss, they ain't hittin' me Bitch I'm a god, ain't no killin' me I swear to God we gon' make it like history Couldn't go home 'til the pack off Kick doors, had to go in, no mask off Niggas talk hard but they mad soft Kick doors, had to go in, no mask off Bro said kill and I kill 'em First I couldn't feel, now I'm feelin' it Catch an opp, it ain't over, we finish him If the plug got pounds, deliver it Rob the plug, we don't go through no middleman I'm a G, I ain't talkin' 'bout Zimmerman NyQuil turned into codeine, I'm just tryna get money, I'm sellin' it Niggas keep talkin' 'bout beef, who tryna get smoked right now, let's finish it No one on ones from me, from now on swing one time, we hittin' shit Love all my homies, can't cure all the pain, so you know the gang be feelin' it All of my opps gon' die Don't even know why a nigga just mentioned it That money bring good lawyers You know our gang, we be in the sentences (no cap) There's paper every time that they print the shit And get rapping from me like a Christmas gift Hit her once then forget the bitch I finesse and go hard to go get this shit
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