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kay glizz - town flows performance lyrics

[chorus]
frrah boom
how you lose your mans and make a song? no that ain’t active
we get busy on them blocks, they say we losin’, n+ggas cappin’, facts
them boys get the belt, get in the booth, and they talk practice
any n+gga that got hit by us, end up goin’ passive, grrah
all my rappers active
we talk hot ’cause we could back it
if a n+gga got sumn’ sl!ck to say, then he speak to my ratchet
spray, we flippin’ like gymnastics
my b+tch pressure, never average
the top grincher, blue slime
he ain’t my tz, i gotta wax him

[verse]
from linraq we make it happеn
bare badness, bare trappin’
you gon’ push up thinkin’ sh+t is sweet, and now you in a caption
brеak the work down like a fraction
hit the block and do mathematics
watch them funds just keep on addin’
he play wit’ munyun, we subtract him
i hear “troopersk” in every track, but ain’t no gats clappin’
he want smoke, we backpack him
he b+tch+made, we back smack him
n+ggas pop that sh+t like they on time, but still got rats active
flame they block down, then go viral
bare drugs, and ass clappin’
and i know ’bout a block that duck shots, and do nun’ else
they can’t do sh+t back to us, but link wit’ clowns ’cause they need help
if you was tryna smoke that pizzo pack, it’s on top of the shelf
cuzzy told me he put up right now, so i go by myself
real demon, real tweaker
.40 boomin’, big speaker
nunnie in the cut, his sheisty up
on tzzly, big nina
we jump outta big beamers, and some might call us strip cleaners
dg got the wheel, he dig on 12, and then go grab the eaters
[chorus]
frrah
how you lose your mans and make a song? no that ain’t active
we get busy on them blocks, they say we losin’, n+ggas cappin’, facts
them boys get the belt, get in the booth, and they talk practice
any n+gga that got hit by us end up goin’ passive, grrah
all my rappers active
we talk hot ’cause we could back it
if a n+gga got sumn’ sl!ck to say, then he speak to my ratchet
spray, we flippin’ like gymnastics
my b+tch pressure, never average
the top grincher, blue slime
he ain’t my tz, i gotta wax him

- kay glizz lyrics

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