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lee drilly - noiseless lyrics

[intro: lee drilly]
like what like?
grah, grah, grah grah boom
lee drilly
94 gz, no gz like these, you heard
jack b’s, jack bigger b’s
drop my sh+t we gon let it squeeze

[verse 1: lee drilly and bando gz]
like 300k, n+gga 300 rips
if you 300 gang, suck 300 d+cks
spin like 300 days, like 300 trips
f+ck with 300 [?], duck 300 hits
[?]
that’s the 300 lanes, that’s that 300 sh+t
came from 300 gangs, [?] (ayo it’s that bando n+gga)
sending 300 shots, hit a 300 b+tch (up a o, and i’m adding a k, n+gga)
[verse 2: bando gz]
said you smoking on bro, that’s a ticket to death
hop out, hollows burning up they dreads
oh they 300 flocks? n+gga everything dead
smoking jb, tapping on my neck
wanna cap for the net, tell me what did they do?
kay kay’s burner fuels cheddar blu
like nazzy got packed, put him on the news
heard mula rap, why he in the stu’?

[verse 3: e+wuu]
3 jets on your block, like what you gon do?
3 mac’s, 3 chops, we finna go kuu
we don’t f+ck with 300 n+ggas, they fu
tg talking, like what you gon do?
and i got a chop n+gga, better move
aj p+ssy, got beat out his shoes
smoking rippy, punching, got put on the news
better duck, or you better move

[verse 4: lee drilly]
[?] i could brag
spin the opps when i get in my bag
last opp that i caught, that n+gga went out bad
dug the bullet fragments in his back
3 deep on your block, we get to moving tact
when you up it and dump it, they start moving back
catch nazzy bm, i’m throwing at her cat
and they thought of going for her tag
[verse 4: bando gz]
like, like
spin the courts, if you know then you know
yellow died, in align with his bros, like
gun jam up, he get beat with the pole, like
gunna with me, know brodie gon throw
and he ran up the steps, b+tch we making a movie
jacob died on his block with his toolie
bros ebk, like salute me or shoot me
smoking on b+tter and smoking on u.e

[verse 5: e+wuu and lee drilly]
like why these n+ggas be capping?
f+ck mezzy, f+ck blay, got turned into ashes
kenzo not tough, he rapping
once you spot a flocka, n+gga get to clapping
like i thought y’all was cooling, what happened?
nazzy got hit in his face, he was lacking (ahhhhhh)
tanky dumbass in a casket
and jb went out by the store that was tragic (i’m back in!)

[verse 6: lee drilly and bando gz]
if you shoot with the opps, then you getting clipped
i don’t care who you with, who i hit
it’s like i’m a [?] they could say it’s lit
treating blood n+ggas like they crip
big ysl, tell them n+ggas free [?]
mr. pistol+whip+him+and+his+b+tch
g5 lifestyle, feeling rich
n+ggas safe, so i tote a stick
hold on, smack him like a b+tch (malo)
got punched in his sh+t (nazzy)
that’s [?] the rip
reyway’s not balling, they play for the knicks (reywayk)
cheddar blu shot himself in his d+ck
now how that n+gga gon take a p+ss? (c blu)
i don’t wanna ever hear bout his death(oh they thought i was done?)
cause them n+ggas suck my d+ck (grah grah boom)
[verse 7: bando gz]
jake and benji got packed tryna spin
leg shot, headshot for the win, like
spot me a o, don’t run don’t trip
boy’s behind, we ain’t stopping the whip, like
f+ck the 5’s though, them n+ggas be capping
f+ck the rey, they don’t live what they rapping
oyk, know them n+ggas be acting
catch lil [?] on bro i’ma clap him
i’m like “brodie, keep spinning and spinning”
move tact, pass the pole to the b+tches, like
hop out gang, he run, get with him
chase down gang, he fall, he finished

[outro: bando gz]
don’t run, don’t run
ayo, it’s that bando n+gga, up a o and i’m adding a k
mr. jack me or clap me

- lee drilly lyrics

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