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mori briscoe - response 3 (feat. nas blixky) lyrics
[intro]
ghosty
look
[verse 1: mori briscoe]
it’s a sitchy if i got the sitchy on me
it get sticky homie, please don’t bluff
got some shooters with me they on different corners (grrr)
think you runnin’ then you out of luck (grrr)
told y’all n_ggas this gon’ be the last one
tazzo runnin’ ricky he a fast one (ricky)
lil’ dummy n_ggas think they runnin’ track
but them bullets hit him flyin’ faster (grrr, boom)
f_ck a ambulance, call up the pastor
’cause this lil’ n_gga ain’t gon’ make it (grrah)
all the blixkys gave clout to the two_six n_ggas
really think ’bout who made em famous
call up the g’s, ask ’bout my name
and they gon’ tell you that i’m sanctioned (facts)
’cause i been outside since like 13
i was rеally putting pain in
i don’t use the internеt, i won’t send a text
i can slide in the morning
just don’t say my name again, and that’s not a threat
i’ma call it a warning
cause i’m tryna link up, ain’t with the chit_chat
blixky gang winnin’ tell these n_ggas sit back (blixky da blixky)
tazzo b still out here makin’ them disstracks (p_ssy)
i wanna know if you ever gon’ get back
i ain’t forget ’bout that leg_shot n_gga (i ain’t forget, n_gga)
i woulda made it a headshot n_gga
three of them n_ggas got hit back to back
why ain’t n0body go bend blocks n_gga? (haha)
and i rap, but i really get busy
see that p_ssy he can die with his glizzy
i’ma [?] either slide or get with me
you ain’t slidin’, then no talkin’ to blixkys’
screamin’ that ar sh_t, don’t mean sh_t
and it don’t scare n0body (ar)
i got a glock with a stick
i don’t miss, and i don’t fear n0body
how tazzo wife that b_tch
thot ass b_tch, gang gang already bodied (treesha)
if somebody clap me, i’m catchin’ homi’s
how you get hit and ain’t flarin’ n0body? (p_ssy)
spin through the b, park up the v
then we playin’ ball in broward (word)
ain’t pullin’ no three’s, ain’t shootin’ from deep
we knock ’em down like the towers (grrr, boom)
run down flock ’em, we leavin’ ’em stuck
call us [?] ’cause we be too clutch (boom, boom, boom)
[?] woo b_tch i show you what’s up
[?] pass the knocks and i bet you i dump (grrr, bow)
little boys, i ain’t playin’ games no more
told you don’t say my name no more
f_ck if his mom’s home, make it my home
the way i bang through that door
put that gun in her mouth, tell her “shut up, b_tch”
six three shots leave him done up, b_tch (grrr, grrr, boom)
don’t be dumb, don’t run up b_tch
spinnin’ all day ’till the sun up, b_tch
tell ’em get off my d_ck ’cause y’all n_ggas can’t tweak with me
tell him stop all the sneak dissin’ (word)
call me miami ’cause i brought the heat with me
[?] up in the streets with me
tell ’em get off my d_ck ’cause y’all n_ggas can’t tweak with me
tell him stop all the sneak dissin’
call me miami ’cause i brought the heat with me
[?] up in the streets with me (grrr, grrr, boom, boom, boom)
[verse 2: nas blixky]
all my blixky’s be flockin’ and drillin’ sh_t (grrrr)
n_ggas know what we do for the set (grrr, bah)
all them nights i was twirlin’ and menacin’
drop the rakes and we aim for his neck (bow, bow, bow)
now let’s check the factual
ain’t rap for a minute but y’all know i’m tactical (grrr, bow)
and no i ain’t mad at you
but y’all n_ggas cap, i can show what this bag will do (blixky foreva)
smith and rugers have my blixkys go wet ’em down
if we spot ’em we left off another round (grrr, bow)
and i’m trained, i won’t break, i won’t tell a sound
[?] flockin’ for my n_ggas in the ground (bow, bow, bow)
n_ggas slippin’, i know they ain’t spinnin’ through (what?)
and your mans he got clapped, he ain’t bulletproof (bow)
and we leave n_ggas flat like a [?]
if i call you my brother, i spin witchu (facts)
n_ggas know they won’t flock at the patio (nah)
if you touch one of mines its a peter roll (grrr, bow)
i’m not for discussion
droppin’ the rakes, we gon’ brush ’em (bow, bow, bow)
call up six oh, he gon’ touch ’em (what?)
f_ck that, know these n_ggas won’t [?] me
shootin’ the opps, so these n_ggas can’t hold me (nah)
big knocks, [?] like tony
all these n_ggas spit lies, they phony
spray down the whip, leave his brain on the dashboard (grrr, bow)
why n_ggas cappin’, go check on the scoreboard (bow, bow, bow)
[?] guns so i score off assists
touch one of mines and we takin’ like six (grrr, grrr, bow)
like mj b_tch, i’m goin’ for six
i’m done with the [?]
[?] all my n_ggas so how could we miss
put bands on your head, get you smoked like a zip (grrr, bow)
[?] you lackin’, break him up like a fraction (what?)
my n_ggas scorin’ like [?], makin’ it tragic (grrr)
leave you dead in a casket
opp b_tch i f_ck then i pass quick (bow, bow, bow)
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