Feel That Moment Pj Glizzy

[Intro]
Grrah-grrah, boom
Gang-gang-gang (Grrah)
Everything dead
Grrah
Everything dead (Bitch)
Everything dead
Every opp shot (Every opp shot)
Grrah, Grrah, Grrah

[Chorus]
I'm just tired of the internet dissin' (Dissin')
Why y'all keep dissin', cappin' in y'all raps? (In ya raps)
Wit' the bros, and you know that we spinnin' (Bow, bow)
Lurkin', we be tryna make a pack (Gang-gang-gang, boom)
Free Squeeze, that's a fact (That's a fact)
Brodie feenin', tryna cut a Makk (Ewok)
I got a chop that go, "Brrt-Da-Blatt" (Brrt)
She wanna love me 'cause I keep a strap, like (Bow, bow)

[Verse 1]
Ain't no politickin', bitch, I'm uppin' (Uppin')
I got chops, fuck you think I'm clutchin'? (Grrah, grrah)
I got my knocks why would I be runnin' (Bitch)
Hella shots if he yell out, "What's Gunnin'?" (Gunnin')
Fuck the Drillys
Fuck the Sev (Bitch)
Dougie a bitch nigga, smokin' your dead (Dead)
Fuck the Fifth, to the Sev
I'ma keep clickin', want everything dead (Everything dead)