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22gz, bam bino (flee team) & mori briscoe - b.m.w. freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro: 22gz]
([?] did it dirty)
walk up
drive by
lurkin’ on the opps sides
but i let shots fly

[verse 1: 22gz]
why would i beef wit’ some fake ass opps from the bronx (suck my d_ck)
ain’t got the bl!ck on my waist, then he probably get stomped
i know this one opp n_gga who died wit’ it on him (goofy)
man down broad day, boy blood got spilled in the mornin’
they too busy dissin’, ain’t never performin’ (never performin’)
give it back ’til we dizzy, i bet they can’t open the coffin (can’t open the coffin)
my lil’ ‘ooter spinnin’ and spinnin’ ’til he in the [?] (spinnin’ and spinnin’)
i’m a savage, i’m vicious, he speaking on bros so we torched him (so we torched him)
n_ggas get spliffed, don’t run, don’t trip (don’t trip)
we spot his car and we flipping his whip
broke all his bones wit’ the glock wit’ a
he think he hard stop his heart wit’ the bl!ck
i’m on [?] ([?])
get the drop we gon’ spin till we nauseous (spinnin’)
what the talking (what the talking n_gga)
covid mask on my face for the walk up (c’mere)
we gon’ stalk ’em for the clout that be dropping the rakes
kidnap a opp, pass the rope and the tape
my lil’ stepper, he won’t leave a trace
they gon’ find that boy head out of state
n_ggas ain’t active he show them flashers
soon as my bl!cky head tapped ’em
soon as we catch him lacking (lacking n_gga)
crash him better move tactic (c’mere)
head tap, he in a stable condition
my stepper complete every mission
can’t tuck the bl!cky if it ain’t extended
i dare him to reach for
my shooters masked up can’t get a description
hop out knock off his head wit’ the smith an’
said it’s on sight, when we see him we bl!ck him
soon as he made a wrong move he went missing
first 48 they can’t tell if he dead
shots to the chest we ain’t hittin’ no legs
jump right back in the whip then we fled
all fun and games soon blood get shed
[verse 2: mori briscoe]
shooter gon’ flock when my eyes start twitching
checked out when his mouth start dripping
dirtyed off so i’m not slipping
know folks slaughter, his time start tickin’
hit the back of his head with the bl!ck
don’t trip when the 9’s start kicking
send me over the full automatic
hot sound when i’m switching
run down, ain’t no leg shots
hit his face to make sure he ain’t breathing
smoke who? that n_gga tweaking
n_ggas just miserable, no he ain’t beefing
take him out of his misery
send him up with his guys if he dissing me
stepping on him ain’t showing no sympathy
slide through where? n_ggas gotta be kiddin’ me
tp that’s a opp n_gga lackin’
brodie’ll bug out he fiendin’ to whack him
don’t reach it’s gon’ be a reaction
lil’ folks fiendin’ to ‘oot through the jacket
do a hit then we cuttin’ on notion
up the score i see one of them loafin’
on the floor now he coughin’ and chokin’
now he a pack they cutting him open
[verse 3: ?]
i cannot wait till i catch me a o
up, i’m a throw
back on the blixk life
droppin’ the choo, get hit like (choo)
no he is not with the nauseous
we caught a opp and we beat him unconscious
everything dead hit his head shoot up the pens
what he said? hop out with fred
like bro who the f_ck is this n_gga?
why do we dance to this n_gga?
he ain’t wook i don’t f_ck with this n_gga
every opp shot for real
n_ggas don’t be on they block for real
switch on the glock for real
them n_ggas keep gettin’ dropped for real
i cannot wait till i catch me a what?
like say that these n_ggas is b_tt
i got a choo and a blixk in the cut
it’s a woo party, we bl!ckin’ it up
hop out st_rdy
opps in the air, it’s like seven to thirty
hop out st_rdy
drippin’ in d, man these n_ggas is dirty

[verse 4: ?]
all fun and games ’til i catch me a body
spin the 9 and we looking for bobby
catch a n_gga slipping we gon’ do him shiesty
i got some hitters behind me
backdoor he was playing in the middle
[?] was a rapper, that n_gga got packed
now they got a free bizzle
fresh out, put the stick on the pistol
oh he caught shot tryna hop out the v
why would i lack, b_tch i’m deep in the streets
i keep a knock every time that you see me
i was thirteen tryna catch me a [?]
slide out a car we gon’ do him like leeky
was all in his phone, that boy ain’t see me
hop on the cl!ck, make it look easy
threw fifty in a 10, get them boys greasy
they ain’t slide, n_ggas lie
i was outside bangin’ ’09
try to run, i hit him in his spine
n_ggas capping in their rhymes
this sh_t deeper then rap
i’m just speaking the facts
i spot a opp then [?]
spin over here and did what n_gga, cap
74 rip put the gang on the map (choo)
droppin’ the woo, b_tch i’m choo’n
you ain’t gon’ shoot why the f_ck is you totin’?
he was movin’ too sus n_ggas nervous
you can’t hang around if you don’t put no work in
hop out the van and unload it
that boy he a fan and i know it
if he move what then my n_ggas they throwin’
word to my mother, we leavin’ him floatin’
i’m from the choo we creep
free ro, free man, free buy in keys
talk tough but i’m keepin’ it g
it’s a man down when he run into me
spin through put the beam on the v
shot to the neck now he talking like reese
spin through put the beam on the v
shot to the neck now he talking like
[verse 5: ?]
we at the 10th brodie ain’t for his head
[?] i hop out instead
you gd what? i ain’t hear what you said
.40 gon’ rip, it gon’ leave him in shreds
don’t be talkin’ crazy when you off the meds
but that won’t give you a bag
and we outside, and we lurkin’ your crew
as soon as y ‘all woo we giving y ‘all lead
i’m from the choo we get busy
spin your block shoot anybody that’s drippy
spot any opp, he shot, not picky
after the drill let me see if you empty
we demons we ain’t show no pity
anybody get shot and we done shot plenty
we’re sick of your stoley and rentys
with two thirties we giving out sixty
i’m bout to run through plaza
let me go shoot some actors
f_ck them cameras blast on
we not going backwards
attack ’em
aiming like [?] just wrap up
i keep it on me no back up
if you run you get hit from the
free coachdaghost no casper
oh sh_t this tuesday, no that’s doomsday
try to run but it’s too late
better make sure you stay lit like juvy
come through sliding two ways
give a f_ck what you say team come through they at you 3d, blu_ray
every season a movie, they run up like groupies
if the opps get shot that’s true say
hoodstarz forever they thought i was lying
try to spin but they came back crying
no that talk that your sellin’, ain’t buying
know that disrespect you dying
if you feel press get that iron
y ‘all n_ggas ain’t on my timing
we steppin’, stompin’, slidin’

[verse 6: ?]
like f_ck all the opps, still totin’ on stacy
i cannot turn a thot to my lady
flock out them n_ggas we might hit a baby
gen5 on me i’m feeling like kd
b_tch n_gga, i ride with k!llers
roll a 3.5, but we added some liquor
[?] wit’ the n_gga who pose in the picture
he dropping that sh_t we had bullets delivered
like f_ck that, i finna hop out and get him
hollow tips, [?] gon’ f_ck up his liver
be wit’ them n_ggas who dissing my ‘ooter go get him
we stay takin’ all of your members
how you big ebk n_gga who did you shoot?
n_gga you is a fool
back in the day used to jump over gates tryna get to a opp, now we hanging out roofs
like duck that, i’m trying to up it and boom
got a thotty totin’ on her too
n_gga see [?] n_ggas getting loose
back to [?]
me and kd too deep lookin’ for a goon
oh that’s your mans? you could die with him too
if you ask about the last n_gga shoulda boomed
ask about the last n_gga who ain’t shoot
like clutching my mask when a n_gga shoot (when a n_gga shoot)
like what you wanna do?
what you wanna do?
rock him with his crew
like f_ck that i’m finna hate got the roof
me and kd too deep looking for a opp (looking for a opp)
watch his body drop (watch his body drop)
totin’ on them knots
like f_ck that, i put the beam when it’s how they up

- 22gz bam bino flee team mori briscoe

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