G8rilla - No Kizzy

Uh gang gang uh gang gang uh gang gang
Uh yeah Free da guyz free da guyz uh uh free da guyz free da guyz uh uh
Back with another jawnt back with another uh uh uh
One day I'm getting a bentley
All the opps they going to envy
All the hoes they going to be friendly
Love it when I do it gently
Niggas they going to resent me
Probably going to try to backdoor me
But they won't get through the entry
Knock your shit off if you tempt me
I don't know what you was hoping
Gang in the cut and they scoping
Niggas get played and they moping
Me I be out in the open
Hoes trying to rip off my clothing
Bro off a perc and he floating
ZR1 coming it's loading
Niggas is hot man they croaking
I hear the rumors all on computers paying no mind to these losers
Shit getting old like these boomers
Too busy with the producers
Bro doing hits off of scooters
Then he be spankin the cruisers
All different types of maneuvers
Shit getting spicy kumbuchas
Sitting around telling fables actin like I ain't connected throughout like some cables
Trying to see wassup with the labels all fun and games until I start turning the tables
Smoke is all up in my nasals I hang with everyone love all my demons and angels
G got the glocks in the cradles
Always got paper up on him like he work at staples
Sitting around telling fables actin like I ain't connected throughout like some cables
Trying to see wassup with the labels all fun and games until I start turning the tables
Smoke is all up in my nasals I hang with everyone love all my demons and angels
G got the glocks in the cradles
Always got paper up on him like he work at staples
You can run up if you want
Look like a man when you leave you gon look like a blunt
Bro need that first of the month
Take all your money then kick it returning the punt
Bout to go hang out with Lizzy she said to bring her some henny that should keep her busy
Free all the guyz man no kizzy bro used to spin every block on his opps till he dizzy
Bitches be thinking it's disney, fuck her then leave her she always come back like a frisbee
She's always asking what is we? Already got her a man but that nigga a sissy
Niggas is still out here faking
Think that I'm green but i think that they got me mistaken
Bro did you foul call a flagrant
High off gelato and funnel it got me awakened
Pulling out tricks like a rabbit
Youngin was keeping it real and it turned to a habit.
Tried it once now he an addict if he can't get it then he'll try to kill you to have it
Shit can get unchy and graphic you think you violent but we in a whole other bracket
Get the work gone like it's magic bro a professional wearing his coat like ceramic
Sitting around telling fables actin like I ain't connected throughout like some cables
Trying see wassup with the labels all fun and games until I start turning the tables
Smoke is all up in my nasals I hang with everyone love all my demons and angels
G got the glocks in the cradles
Always got paper up on him like he work at staples

Written by:
Malik Hylton

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