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kenzo balla - knockz out lyrics

[intro]:
like what
ahhh
every opp shot
everything dead
ahhh

[chorus]:
on the gates and we tryna go dumb
i’ma up on the jets, make ‘em run
catch lil’ flash, i’ma cl!ck till it’s done
like some zaza, we gon’ get em bunned
talk about knocka’s b+tch, we got a ton
dummy got poked, they hit him in his lungs
yellow got popped like a perc’ now he runtz
so many dead n+ggas all in this blunt
i’m on douglass, where the f+ck the sweeps
tryna knock a n+gga off his feet
oh they right there, i bet i make a scene
off a yerk, i get active and turn on the beam
new green beam, i got it for the gz
kenzo the balla, b+tch, i’m super sleeze
last n+gga dissing now he in a splee
headtap, neck shots, no way he could breathe

[verse 1]:
oh them n+ggas think i’m not on that, bet
hop out, leave ’em flat no door mat
b+tch i love my knocka, i can’t toss that
oh he not ballin out, that n+gga off that
get up on him, hit him in his ball cap
dead opps punching, got a n+gga too smacked
it’s like every month, it’s a new pack
that’s a 150 n+gga, i’ma shoot that
i’m with tg tryna get ‘em drenched
he thought he was ballin’, now he on a bench
that n+gga dead i can tell by the stench
i’ma flock if they give me an inch
smokin’ on nay, crunch, crimz
roll up the fries and mix it with the nick
and no you not spinning the 5th
all them n+ggas lying, just tryna get lit
sdot go, like who the f+ck is you?
like, just came outside in 2022
most of these characters dissing is new
where they come from, i don’t got a clue
pass me the bl!cky, flock, you better move
f+f+ck lil key, he got put on the news
pass me the 9, i got tired of the booth
p+ssy got flocked in head acting loose
off a 30, spinning, moving sleezy
i’m on the o’s like where the f+ck is wiki
i’m tryna hop out, get ‘em pd’d
just want the knocks out, when you see me
being 5th to the sev ain’t easy
you better get up on ‘em, do ‘em greasy
gbg, pop out, with my ewie’s
we making movies like we on the tv
dropping the makk, you done made a mistake
i don’t care if he whoopty, trendy, or he ape
i don’t care if he crip, i catch him he a plate
we go dummy, go brazy when we on the 8
he tried to get low but i seen his face
and ain’t nowhere to run, we caught ‘em at the gates
i got to spraying like it was a mace
shoulda seen how the hollows rearranged his face
[chorus]:
on the gates and we tryna go dumb
i’ma up on they jets, make ‘em run
catch lil flash, ima cl!ck till it’s done
like some zaza, we gon’ get ‘em bunned
talkin’ ’bout knocka’s b+tch, we got a ton
dummy got poked, they hit him in his lungs
yellow got popped like a perc’ now he runtz
so many dead n+ggas all in this blunt
i’m on douglas, where the f+ck the sweeps
tryna knock a n+gga off his feet
oh they right there, bet i make a scene
off a yerk, i get active and turn on the beam
new green beam, i got it for the gz
kenzo the balla, b+tch, i’m super sleeze
last n+gga dissing now he in a splee
headtap, neck shots, ain’t no way he could breathe

- kenzo balla lyrics

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