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kay glizz - boxed lyrics

[chorus: kay glizz]
never deaded nothin’, n+ggas know my bop
we just movin’ cautiously because we hot
n+ggas do they thing and take pics wit’ the knock
and then they start squealin’ when they end up locked
this street sh+t is wiped down, n+ggas be cops
never let a n+gga trick me out my spot
but don’t get it mixed up, i will flock if i ever feel like that i’m gettin’ boxed

[verse 1: kay glizz]
every time we push up, they run out they socks
it’s so many hit, and all they do is hop
and my n+ggas hit that so many times, it’s crazy how n+ggas be wifin’ these bops
they gotta stop rappin’ likе n+ggas they not
blue slime, wе really wipe n+ggas snot
i just want the figi, i don’t want the tw+t
she a thot, we kick her out of the spot
n+ggas know how we get if you egg us
all the opp n+ggas softer than feathers
posted up wit’ some real go+getters
we walk in the spot, like who the f+ck gon’ check us?
a homie got his chain on flexin’, now we want it so take off that necklace
he saw the g and went breathless
we hit the bump and then we make investments, d+ckheads
don’t run, don’t die, we put the beam on the back of his mind
one tap, it only take one time
hit his nugget, i heard it went through his eye
f+ck that, we out to bend on the 5
free my ‘ooter, ion’ know how he survived
we hit they block, someone hit every time
n+ggas losin’, they can’t mention none of mine, on bro
[verse 2: nunnie da iii]
i don’t know why n+ggas act for
we hit they block, and them n+ggas run rick
they askin’ why is my mask on, i’m always ready to up off the hip
she tryna tell me her back sore, b+tch get on your knees or you gotta dip
add the switchy, make it clap more
it f+cked up his body, made him do a flip
i don’t know why n+ggas dissin’ us, them n+ggas don’t got no scenes
word to my dead, yuyu lucky he was duckin’ shots, but i ain’t had the beam
we go to the ville just to blow off some steam
day glizz, out here lookin’ like a fiend
he thought i ain’t have it, it was in my jeans
flocked him, dummy it’s not what it seems
every time we pull up, we gon’ make it tragic
bro be throwin’ bullets like we playin’ madden
if we on the phone, talk to me in latin
free all my n+ggas on the rock

- kay glizz lyrics

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