lee drilly - free spazz lyrics
[intro]:
gang, gang, gang, gang
it’s that lee drilly n+gga
94gz no gz like these you hurd, we jack bz, we jack bigger bz, drop my sh+t we gon let it squeeze
drilly
[chorus]:
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh+t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n+ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh+t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n+ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
[verse one]:
drilly gang, we know that we bunny hop
bussin’ moves with my jets then i drilly bop
hide your kids and your wife when we in the spot
got a bl!ck on my hip, e got the glock
n+ggas known in the streets cause we up dem chops
n+ggas die for this sh+t it could never stop
ain’t wanna do this but n+ggas keep suckin c+ck
so it’s time that i f+cked up the streets for ya’ll
[verse two]:
that’s an os in the spot, courtlandt
we jus spin and they die, extortion
see a baby i bet i abort it, no chop, no [?] but i’m still gon force it
jiggyman was a hidden informant, i heard yellow was makk and b+diddy was ballin’
zay say he slapped me, n+gga lost it, the day i
get slapped, [?] bdot stop ballin’
[verse three]:
back out chop on their spot, spot em
get to throwin’ at opps, got em
make the news but it ain’t no problem
bail with a paid lawyer, jail ain’t no option
run down on the opps but they cop it
don’t give a f+ck cause i’m still gon flock it
feel like harden, thirteen in this rocket
but these n+ggas run when i reach in that pocket
[chorus]:
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh+t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n+ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh+t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n+ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
[verse four]:
so now my fingers get flipped like a quarter
i’m the reason your m+th+’ said stay off the corner
love the hustle like i’m porter
how you ain’t safe goin’ on a store run?
spot me an opp, you know he a goner
boomin’ for boomer, now scorin’ for scorer
[?]
scene was a mess, they call law & order
[verse five]:
[?]
i walk to the store, totin’ on a [?]
case a n+gga try, he gon get it all
i ain’t sayin’ nuttin’, i jus let it off
see right through the rap, n+gga really soft
oh he lost his mind, put in on the floor
n+ggas 20 plus, jumpin’ off the porch
catch noluv, show no remorse
[verse six]:
and he talk about shake like nation
free mb, know bro gon shake em
big knocks on my hip, get to flamin’
glock got range so i don’t need to chase em
put a hole in his back like he tatum
got 40 shots so i don’t gonna to aim it
you a b+tch if you wrote that statement
don’t care who it is, know we still gon fade em
[verse seven]:
if i see an opp, ima let it go
.44, my hand should’ve left your soul
bullets ricocheting, n+ggas gettin’ low
talkin’ on dummy, n+ggas gotta go
know it was litty, we’re screamin’ out yo
oh i want this b+tch, she ain’t sayin’ no
movin’ like brady, all i know is throw
tell jaydee stop raping these hoes
[chorus]:
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh+t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n+ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
do a hit out then reach for the whip
like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
tryna smoke a hot ones in this sh+t
opps dead, how more up could it get?
they ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
n+ggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
let alone what i do to they strip
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