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kyle richh – baretta/rush out* كلمات اغاني

[intro: dee billz]
(hahaha, it’s shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin’, man)
grrah_grrah_grrah
said i’m on the—
like
like
said i’m on the block—

[verse 1: dee billz & kyle richh]
like, grrah
sendin’ shots, then we send it back (send it back)
on that block tryna catch me a bask (catch me a bask)
[?] catch one i’m [?] ([?]k)
ewok_k and it’s not for the facts (oyk)
n_ggas shoot they forgettin’ the aim (like, grrah)
hittin’ civilians, sh_t is lame (sh_t is lame)
like firin’ the g, double beat on his gang (firin’, double beat)
and for them, i’m goin’ insane (grrah_grrah_grrah)
like why n_ggas dissin’ my block?
like, lil’ jeff caught a head pop (jeffy)
like, lil’ fresh got beat ’til he drop (freshy)
n_ggas gеt shot tryna spin my— (grrah_grrah_grrah_grrah)
like, n_ggas get shot tryna spin my strip
immediatе throw if i spot me a blixk (immediate, like, grrah)
and for my fallen, i’m uppin’ the fifth (grrah)
like, n_gga don’t run, don’t— (grrah)
[verse 2: kyle richh]
smokin’ dotty that’s really the float (dotty)
if i catch a body, i’m goin’ up top (up top)
grrah, i might slide with a cut
like ride and slide with a couple of— (couple of knocks)
ride and slide with a couple of knocks (like, d_mn)
f_ck mel he got put in my wood (mel_mel)
he can’t breathe, all he feel is the blood
think sh_t sweet? he got shot with his mud (got shot with his mans)
g2c can’t fit, why the f_ck it can’t fit in my sling? (can’t fit)
fresh got beat, lookin’ for wings
catch him again and we givin’ him wings (freshy)
listen, i ain’t heavy on dissin’ but n_ggas keep mentionin’ 41 name
two two two two, twelve on his gang, 4100 i cannot change (ahh)

[verse 3: jay gelato]
like, i just rolled in a panda (in a panda)
like, tell lil’ boy, “pick his gang up” (pick his gang up)
late night, bro tryna spin out of anger (go, go)
b_tch, i keep the boy down like an anchor (like an anchor)
if we slide through his block then we stretch him, elastic (elastic)
all black, three deep on that block, make it tragic (go, go)
with the jet, two chops and it might get—
with the jet, two chops and it might get drastic (huh, huh)
tired of talkin’ on n_ggas, someone gotta go (someone gotta go)
g5 blow put the dot on his throat (on his throat)
brodie keep on cl!ckin’, don’t let him get low (don’t let him get low)
throwin’ sitch’, f_ck it, i’m gettin’ this basket (gettin’ this basket)
n_gga think he tough, then we bend him like plastic (go, go)
pack him, why is that lil’ n_gga lackin’? (lackin’)
flock him, bullets connect like he madden (madden)
[verse 4: iffy foreign]
grrah, no he better not squeal when we— (no he not)
no, he better not squeal when we catch him (b_tch)
on the bros, i’ma throw more than seven
when i’m eli, he clutchin’ like he [?] (clutchin’ like he [?])
like, we the ones causin’ the turf
when the dz on my bop, pushin’ we won’t let ’em (like, like d_mn)
too much money to beef with a broke opp (like, grrah)
he over there? i’m flockin’ up on both sides (grrah)
like, fazo get the beretta (fazo)
get vexed, start wearin’ their sets up (sets)
always smoke so we givin’ the pressure (grrah)
oh she wanna f_ck on brodie? i won’t let her (d_mn)
i won’t ever go f_ck on y’all b_tches (never)
y’all b_tches be linin’ n_ggas for the setup (like, d_mn)
oyk, [?] (oyk)
they talkin’ that sh_t but wait ’til i address ’em (notti)
me and dee be slidin’ on a revel
tryna see who we can catch in that lobby ([?])
cl!ckin’ on any n_gga movin’ wocky (grrah_grrah)
41 shots to the top is behind me
r.i.p, take me out in my body (r.i.p)
i just might bug out if i’m off the wocky’ (wock)
i gotta chill, like why you tryna stop me? (like, what?)
look it’s a party if i got my glockie (grrah_grrah_grrah)
[verse 5: jay gelato]
get him close, flock him down for a fee (flock him down)
[?], twenty deep, while i sock him to sleep (grrah_grrah_grrah)
on that block, [?] runnin’ on e
posted up with some hounds, know they itchin’ to feast (like, grrah)
up top on the fein, i ain’t peep
he was lookin’ for dee, almost caught me a pete (like, what?)
500, that sh_t double b
notti, dotty, two shots a week (like, grrah)

[outro: jay gelato]
like, flock
like, brodie went—
like, grrah_grrah
like, grrah
like, like, like hol’ on

- kyle richh

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