DRILLYGZZLY K

Lyrics

[Intro: DD Osama, Roscoe G & Dee Play4Keeps] Baow, baow, baow, baow (Drior) Bah, bah, bah Now look, get that nigga, we not boxing Now look, baow baow baow Box him, it's that Dee Play4Keeps, nigga Y'all know I started that, now look [Verse 1: Dee Play4Keeps] I throw a shot, I'm not boxin' wit' him Get the fuck out my 8, bunny hoppin' with them 84, 94, 96th, all that shit to my dick, I'm not rockin' with them Like, I'm on 98th too, the .G not leavin', shit stuck like glue Henron, I wanna thank you Tell that nigga what's up, I'm talkin' 'bout Lou (Louis) Two Lzz, One O, that was funny I told my cousin, I'm smokin' on Dummy You don't wanna die, so you better move I tell Banga to 'oot if it's funny Both of the Lzz are not smokin' on Country We done bent they block broad day No [?] but I'm talkin' bout Sonnie You hear them shots, shit go off like rugby [Verse 2: DD Osama] Like, I wanna know, like Who the fuck gon' make it home? When we lettin' off shots better duck, get low Boogz to my right so I don't need my pole N-niggas got mе fed up, I smoke Lotti, I can't evеn get up Like, mention Notti, RG gon' get 'em And if he mention Dotty, then Dudey' 'gon stretch him He won't miss him, he gon' end him 'Cause he talkin' on bro, he gon' teach him a lesson Bet the killers hop out, .G out, no question Tell a opp nigga, get off my dick, don't mention N-niggas, don't mention me, like I got money, I'm still in the streets I'll put a nigga on a T if I have to and I ain't shootin' from deep [Verse 3: Roscoe G] N-nigga is you dumb? Better ask how I get wit' this gun Before all this rap, I made niggas run Like downtown, trees knew what it was, like Tryna run into Beanz, get up on him I was flickin' at three in the mornin' Lil Dee had said, "Flick, he right there by the corner" Big taurus, this shit makin' noises We don't care what you did in the past tense I'm on Lenox, tryna go for the basket Let's see if we catch one of these lil niggas trappin' Throw MB up, see what's gon' happen Now we back on the West, tryna see who lackin' down the steps Get to flickin' the .30 like Steph, fuck lil Trey, that nigga is dead [Verse 4: Dee Play4Keeps] Fuck lil Buggout, we rollin' him up That lil nigga loved trollin' wit' us Now look, he dead, all of that dissin' and trollin, now look at you Dead in this blunt I told Boogz, "Let's go on a hunt" Go to the back, I'ma go through the front Shoot him, I don't give a fuck The bros on hots, eight deep on that block Free my dreadhead 'ooter, S-S-SB, "Mr. Clean Em Up" I threw a shot off the scooter, 'cause he thought he was tough When he can't feel his head, when he can't feel his coat We was comin', just to let you know Tryna make a show, don't care if it rain or if it snow [Outro] (Kezii)