Beat Box (Remix) Lee Drilly
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[Intro]
94Gz, no Gz like these you heard
Jack B's, jack bigger B's
Drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze
Lee Drilly
[Verse]
Nigga ran up on me almost got himself packed
Try to back away from me, got his ass whacked
We don't make a sound, we just get to movin tact
Try to duck, we hit his head, cuz we was aimin at his back
Like, why your bitch on hots bro? MB sendin shots tho
Money totin chop incase you tryna spin my block, tho
I know that's my cousin but he still could catch a shot, tho
Cause I been on some slime shit, that's just been my timing
A hoe can't get a dime, bitch, cause these bitches be linin
I keep my .45, bitch, Jackie that's my side bitch
Together they both ratchet, get to clappin on some wild shit
And one is 32 for the trenches you won't find shit
Ohh that's an O (what?), That boy know it's (Over?)
Try to be a (Soldier?), he goin out like (Noah?)
Because we all O's shot, you up an O, you gotta drop
I'm with Dthang and bop, extendo came with 30 shots
And we don't miss a lot, cause all my niggas play with shots
Don't take shit on a hop, stop playin games and play your block
Got a red beam on that Glock, he dead before he see the dot
He just heard hella shots before he made his way to God
94Gz, no Gz like these you heard
Jack B's, jack bigger B's
Drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze
Lee Drilly
[Verse]
Nigga ran up on me almost got himself packed
Try to back away from me, got his ass whacked
We don't make a sound, we just get to movin tact
Try to duck, we hit his head, cuz we was aimin at his back
Like, why your bitch on hots bro? MB sendin shots tho
Money totin chop incase you tryna spin my block, tho
I know that's my cousin but he still could catch a shot, tho
Cause I been on some slime shit, that's just been my timing
A hoe can't get a dime, bitch, cause these bitches be linin
I keep my .45, bitch, Jackie that's my side bitch
Together they both ratchet, get to clappin on some wild shit
And one is 32 for the trenches you won't find shit
Ohh that's an O (what?), That boy know it's (Over?)
Try to be a (Soldier?), he goin out like (Noah?)
Because we all O's shot, you up an O, you gotta drop
I'm with Dthang and bop, extendo came with 30 shots
And we don't miss a lot, cause all my niggas play with shots
Don't take shit on a hop, stop playin games and play your block
Got a red beam on that Glock, he dead before he see the dot
He just heard hella shots before he made his way to God
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