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dee play4keeps & roscoe g - drillygzzly k lyrics

[intro: dd osama, roscoe g & dee play4keeps]
baow, baow, baow, baow
(drior)
bah, bah, bah
now look, get that n+gga
now look, baow baow baow
box him, it’s that dee play4keeps, n+gga
y’all know i started that, now look

[verse 1: dee play4keeps]
i throw a shot, i’m not boxin’ wit’ him
get the f+ck out my 8, bunny hoppin’ with them
84, 94, 96th, all that sh+t to my d+ck, i’m not rockin’ with them
like, i’m on 98th too, the .g not leavin’, sh+t stuck like glue
henron, i wanna thank you
tell that n+gga 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 not smokin’ on country
we done bent they block broad day
no [?] but i’m talkin’ bout sonnie
you hear them shots, sh+t go off like rugby

[verse 2: dd osama]
like, i wanna know, like
who the f+ck gon’ make it home?
we be lettin’ off shots better duck, get low
boogz to my right so i don’t need my pole
n+n+ggas got me fed up, i smokе lotti, i can’t even get up
likе, 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 k!llers hop out, .g out, no question
tell a opp n+gga, get off my d+ck, don’t mention
n+n+ggas, don’t mention me, like
i got money, i’m still in the streets
i’ll put a n+gga on a t if i have to and i ain’t shootin’ from deep
[verse 3: roscoe g]
n+n+gga is you dumb?
better ask how i get wit’ this gun
before all this rap, i made n+ggas run
like downtown [?] knew what it was, like
tryna run into beanz, get up on him
i was fl!ckin’ at three in the mornin’
lil dee had said, “fl!ck, he right there by the corner”
big taurus, this sh+t makin’ noises
we don’t care what you did in the past tense
i’m on legs, tryna go for the basket
let’s see if we catch one of these lil n+ggas trappin’
throw a b up, see what’s gon’ happen
now we back on the west, tryna see who lackin’ down the steps
get to fl!ckin’ the .30 like steph, f+ck lil trey, that n+gga is dead

[verse 4: dee play4keeps]
f+ck lil booga, we rollin’ him up
that lil n+gga 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 f+ck
the bros on hots, eight deep on that block
free my dreadhead ‘ooter, s+s+sb, “mr. clean em up”
i throw a shot of 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)

- dee play4keeps roscoe g lyrics

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