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917 rackz - free bully كلمات الأغنية

[intro: 917 rackz]
free flocks, free the bay

[chorus: 917 rackz]
everybody thinkin’ they a demon, free bully, i swear he a monster
talk on bro, we steppin’, you gon meet him, dior assasin, my brodie a stomper
and she better come up the s_m_n ’cause these b_tches be lookin’ for sponsors
spin around and tires get to screechin’, call up the jet, he ready for departure
doin’ thirty, i think there go the jakes, pop a thirty and i feel great
got a gun, he thinkin’ he a hero, but my ‘ooter shoot and knock him out his cape
white shooter, feel like tyler herro, they droppin’ tears while we droppin’ rakes
heard he got left like a fish in the bay, shorty got hit ’cause the b_tch in the

[verse 1: 917 rackz]
ay yo, kay, let ’em know this just a psa
we put him on pdl, he pfa, baby gee better keep him a k
mori blixk, you still talkin’ on bro? you was just on the floor gettin’ spanked
vbg, we ball like we in pro_am, check the score, take a look at the ring (gang_gang_gang)
don’t make me call up carti with the green beam, raw shooter, i swear he got great aim
why he pickin’ sides up in the drill scene? takin’ the camera if i see caine frame
sip purple, you sippin’ on green lean, pour the tris in the spot, it got great taste
feel like tatum ’cause i’m on the green team, kick me a bank, i’ll show how you to make plays

[verse 2: kenzo hound]
euro steppin’, i feel like i’m brown, face of the bay, i’m the talk of the town
kenzo what? kenzo hound, droppin’ my sh_t, you get put in the pound
big gdk, we don’t f_ck with the clowns, smokin’ on melly, mix it with the low
pfak, how y’all smokin’ bro? poked up, poppin’ up the shows
carti my brother, up it, let it blow, still free choppa, still free the glos
ready, he back, totin’ on the sh_, masked up, walkin’ with a limp
two to the crip, n_ggas know it get lit, five shots to the chest, look what happened to rich
melly died, then the bay n_gga died for a b_tch, now we up on the score, another check off the list
n_ggas know how we get, call up rock with the bl!ck, wal blixk got shot and he still ain’t do sh_t
keep my name out your mouth ‘fore i empty the clip, and i’m smokin’ on mali, lou, nick
[verse 3: reem karti]
i know a opp that got shot in his neck, he tried to spin and got hit with a tec, like
we puttin’ n_ggas to bed, try to play with my shooters, you dumb or you ed?
i pop a perky, sh_t bussin’ my head, like, how n_ggas smokin’ my dead?
n_ggas gon’ aj bop on 105th, like, all of them n_ggas get hit
don’t forget melly got took off the list, back to back, broad day, we doin’ hits
n_ggas be cappin’, just get off our d_ck, go pick up a gun or go take you a trip, like
i’m tryna knock off his parka, you smokin’ on who? you not smokin’ my buzzin’
head tap, jiggy, the head taps for nothin’, i got some shooters still pourin’ up [?]

[chorus: 917 rackz]
everybody thinkin’ they a demon, free bully, i swear he a monster
talk on bro, we steppin’, you gon meet him, dior assasin, my brodie a stomper
and she better come up the s_m_n ’cause these b_tches be lookin’ for sponsors
spin around and tires get to screechin’, call up the jet, he ready for departure
doin’ thirty, i think there go the jakes, pop a thirty and i feel great
got a gun, he thinkin’ he a hero, but my ooter shoot and knock him out his cape
white shooter, feel like tyler hero, they droppin’ tears while we droppin’ rakes
heard he got left like a fish in the bay, shorty got hit ’cause the b_tch in the

- 917 rackz

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