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kenzo balla - get crafty lyrics

[intro]
(it’s so crisp)
(like what, ahh)
(nvuss)
(every opp shot, grah)
(wow r1ss0 this too crazy)
(like what, ahh)
(every opp shot, ahhhh)

[verse 1: kenzo balla]
b+tch it’s summer time, sh+t gettin’ active
we outside, lotta b+tches and ratchets
[?] gon’ pop out the cut, get to blastin
spot him a jet, [?]
g on my hip, the f+ck i look like passin
i up the knock to see how they reactin
mdot, cj, that’s who i’m ashing
they mention these n+ggas, i’m not tryna pass it
i’m a flocka i start with attention [?]
they in the park, we flockin at the benches
tryna run, got a beam and extensions
makks in the front, they blockin’ off the exit
dissin’ on bros, them n+ggas got a death wish
gbg, we puttin’ opps onto medics
he tried to flock, but i upped in a second
and it’s f+ck all the opps, we never gon’ dead it [?]
we gon’ do him like yus, he a runner
[?] shots if i spot me a gunna
when we outside, n+ggas duckin’ for cover
outside with two sticks on my body, no drummer
he keep touching the knock, put him under
headshot, neck shot, he can’t recover
free tg, free keemy, free duwop, free thunder
free flocka, free all my ebk brothers
i’m with dyk+ we goin’ back to back
tryna catch us a double, leave him where he at
i’m with rayy we goin’ makk to makk
we gon’ spin through the [?], tryna pack us a hat
pass it to bam, he gon’ up it and clap
5 block, sb, doa, b+tch we back
g2c lay him down like a mat
all the opps know my body, i been movin’ tact
when we creep on the opps, it get nasty
on that block, too deep, get crafty
i go dumb on the opps with the jackie
bro get to flockin, hangin out the back seat
f+ck rah, he got left in the taxi (rah+rah)
every time an opp died, i was happy, (grrt, like gang gang)
kenzo the balla, putting on [?], (delilah, rah rah)
b+tch i’m a flocka, [?]
verse 2: bam bam
[?]
been in the field, banging with the gang
i’m tryna spin, [?]
we could bend through the block with a ‘rip and a [?]
shots hit his car, [?]
i was locked in the cell, 23 in a day
rip nazzy, caught one for the gang
sliding in the trenches, [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
f+ckin’ up the titty, no time for the waist
[?]
sippin’ on bacardi, [?]
p+ssy gettin wet, [?]
f+ckin’ up the kitty, i love how it taste
murder in my veins
duckin’ from the feds, [?]
geekin’ off the meds, the muddy i drink
looking for his dreads, [?]
choppa got a [?], watch a f+ck n+gga blink
bullets pass his head when i up it and [?]
[?]
spinnin’ through the opps every time that i drink
[?]
verse 3: rayy balla
f+ck the ‘gz, all them n+ggas is actors
bro keep a pump like he spun through with asthma
get up on him, like there go a rapper
too many knocks on me, b+tch i’m a factor
bullets hit him, he stumbling backwards
he try to run, then we runnin’ right after
oh they linking up, no it don’t matter
greenbay, my n+ggas play for the packers
gb this, gb that, gb the reason your mans got clapped
none of these n+ggas they never get back
like how many n+ggas got took off the map
opp thot, she let me smack
after that, you know i pass it to makk
‘cuz you know it’s no feelings attached
spot me a gz, then we doublin’ back
l+like what, there go a hat
[?] start cl!cking until he could lack
lotta n+ggas got hit in they back
leg, head, yeah that’s a fact
lotta n+ggas got poked
lotti, notti, g pop, and that boy matt
lotta n+ggas got left in the whip
rah, dubz, aj crashed (grah grah boom)

verse 4: nay benz
30 start barking, [?]
if he say he shoot, then i’m letting my chop go
bro get to dumpin’ his chop like he rondo
drillin’ in fashion, what happened to honcho
we was on the ‘hill, we was lookin for benzo
back out, creep, when we bend through the ends though
he bunny hop, he can be where his friends go
doubleg k, when i spin, it’s a [?]
sha got shot, now he walk with a limp
every trip i was on, [?]
i start rollin’ up notti, but that sh+t ain’t hit
she start rollin’ up dotty, [?]
tryna hop out on stunna
and i hope that he lack with his gunna
that’s a jet, then we puttin’ him under
run into dthang, we make him a runner
everywhere that i go, got my knock out
if i don’t got the pole, he get knocked out
oh, they droppin’ the s tell ’em pop out
[?]
yavi was duckin his head, word to bro
[?]
[?] got shot, if you know then you know
lemme run into nesty, this 40 gon blow
i call up [?], my demon, a monster
drippin in amiri, i think that’s a sponsor
rah rah, zaza, sent to the doctor
notti was dissin, got took off the roster
i’m off the addy, i gotta stay focused
not doing [?], on the block, gotta tote this
[?], my demons promote this
[?]
outro:
(ahh, every opp shot, everything dead)
(like what)
(i got nay with me)
(i got rayy with me)
(i got bam with me, like what, ahh)

- kenzo balla lyrics

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