[Verse 1: Rich Nunu]
They took me away for a lil' minute, the opps not outside
They know they time is tickin'
What you know 'bout my phone calls? 21 minutes a person
So I ain't got time for dissin'
Just came back
A lot of these niggas wanna rap, but which one of y'all is clickin'?
Fuckin' his hoe, I broke her back on the bros
TG that's who I'm feelin' like, glah
Why you keep sayin' my name? Like boy you just got in the streets
Oh you wanna hang wit' the F's? Okay then you gotta hop in the V, glah
I'm tryna walk up, keep on clickin' as soon as I hop out on feet
Niggas from Brooklyn beef wit' the Bronx
Like how did you hop in that beef?
Look, we don't got the same opps we can't hang, 'cause I'm tryna bend thru' the Stuy
Lil' bro tryna add me a option to tote
Same day so I came, that's mine
I ain't really tryna hit one of them lanes, I'm tryna hit one of them guys
I'm tryna stand over and give 'em that pain
Like do you remember that time?
Glah
For real, I don't want beef wit' the east
They come to the Fort they hit all these innocents, they didn't get back for the streets
KG mad nobody dissin' 'em, they need to go get 'em some jeans
Like get off our dick and if I was dirty, I'd probably be wantin' to squeeze
Like glah
And they better get out the way
And do not forget, if Jamie ain't throw up the Hat he'd be here today
Like glah
Niggas say he an innocent
How you a innocent if you jack FNOK?
And I'm in the Field and no I can't post on the ave, look what happened to Lay
And I'm tryna vibe wit' a freak and shawty keep shakin' her hips
We out to the bar let's get us a drink, tryna give shorty a sip
I'm feelin' these hoes, don't like it classic
These hoes is takin' the dick
And I'm on they side, don't run, don't trip, tryna stand over and click, like glah
And we outside for real, I hope niggas got they gleesh
Can't wait 'til we meet, hope niggas feelin' the same when they run into me
And we still takin' risks, I'll put my life on the line when it come to the team
Might slide on the 8's, all them niggas see is cops, we don't see Humble Gz
Free the niggas who matter
It's lil' Freshy your name, just stick to that rappin'
Like how you get beat up?
They know my body, I woulda up it and blasted
I can't wait 'til they back, free all the guys, R.I.P them niggas in caskets
It's forever the Wooo, for Boomer we boom
Just tryna catch us a basket
Free the niggas who matter
It's lil' Freshy your name, just stick to that rappin'
Like how you get beat up?
They know my body, I woulda up it and blasted
I can't wait 'til they back, free all the guys, R.I.P them niggas in caskets
It's forever the Wooo, for Boomer we boom
Just tryna catch us a basket
[Verse 2: Rich Glizzy]
Like enough is enough
I'm like Pip, the 3 point better not leave no [?]
Oh he smokin' on bro? I'm tryna spin on his block broad day, just aim at his face
What's up wit' this KG nigga keep mentionin' us? He better stay in his place
Y'all is not smokin' on Boomer, got some new shooters that's really gon' put off some names
And what's up wit' this Freshy nigga on my dick? Never heard of boy doin' shit
Lil' nigga butt, go and catch a hit
Wal Blixk [?] in this spliff
I get tired of these niggas keep mentionin' us
Why these Folk niggas wanna keep dissin'?
Sha Stackzz got shot in his chest and he did not do shit, why he put me in his mentions?
Y'all is not gunnin' for Gunna, got shot wit' his gun
He ain't even try to flick
Heard Rich got shot in his door
I wanna know, why the fuck did y'all niggas not spin?
Like look, you gon' take this gun, I'ma take this gun, we gon' blitz both ways
Me and G Swervo not comin' to play and the first one we see gon' get put on his face
Like what?
I'm not into the [?]
First one to shoot, I got no reason to wait
I'm the Jet, I cannot miss 'cause you know it's one on one wit' the 8
Like glah
They took me away for a lil' minute, the opps not outside
They know they time is tickin'
What you know 'bout my phone calls? 21 minutes a person
So I ain't got time for dissin'
Just came back
A lot of these niggas wanna rap, but which one of y'all is clickin'?
Fuckin' his hoe, I broke her back on the bros
TG that's who I'm feelin' like, glah
Why you keep sayin' my name? Like boy you just got in the streets
Oh you wanna hang wit' the F's? Okay then you gotta hop in the V, glah
I'm tryna walk up, keep on clickin' as soon as I hop out on feet
Niggas from Brooklyn beef wit' the Bronx
Like how did you hop in that beef?
Look, we don't got the same opps we can't hang, 'cause I'm tryna bend thru' the Stuy
Lil' bro tryna add me a option to tote
Same day so I came, that's mine
I ain't really tryna hit one of them lanes, I'm tryna hit one of them guys
I'm tryna stand over and give 'em that pain
Like do you remember that time?
Glah
For real, I don't want beef wit' the east
They come to the Fort they hit all these innocents, they didn't get back for the streets
KG mad nobody dissin' 'em, they need to go get 'em some jeans
Like get off our dick and if I was dirty, I'd probably be wantin' to squeeze
Like glah
And they better get out the way
And do not forget, if Jamie ain't throw up the Hat he'd be here today
Like glah
Niggas say he an innocent
How you a innocent if you jack FNOK?
And I'm in the Field and no I can't post on the ave, look what happened to Lay
And I'm tryna vibe wit' a freak and shawty keep shakin' her hips
We out to the bar let's get us a drink, tryna give shorty a sip
I'm feelin' these hoes, don't like it classic
These hoes is takin' the dick
And I'm on they side, don't run, don't trip, tryna stand over and click, like glah
And we outside for real, I hope niggas got they gleesh
Can't wait 'til we meet, hope niggas feelin' the same when they run into me
And we still takin' risks, I'll put my life on the line when it come to the team
Might slide on the 8's, all them niggas see is cops, we don't see Humble Gz
Free the niggas who matter
It's lil' Freshy your name, just stick to that rappin'
Like how you get beat up?
They know my body, I woulda up it and blasted
I can't wait 'til they back, free all the guys, R.I.P them niggas in caskets
It's forever the Wooo, for Boomer we boom
Just tryna catch us a basket
Free the niggas who matter
It's lil' Freshy your name, just stick to that rappin'
Like how you get beat up?
They know my body, I woulda up it and blasted
I can't wait 'til they back, free all the guys, R.I.P them niggas in caskets
It's forever the Wooo, for Boomer we boom
Just tryna catch us a basket
[Verse 2: Rich Glizzy]
Like enough is enough
I'm like Pip, the 3 point better not leave no [?]
Oh he smokin' on bro? I'm tryna spin on his block broad day, just aim at his face
What's up wit' this KG nigga keep mentionin' us? He better stay in his place
Y'all is not smokin' on Boomer, got some new shooters that's really gon' put off some names
And what's up wit' this Freshy nigga on my dick? Never heard of boy doin' shit
Lil' nigga butt, go and catch a hit
Wal Blixk [?] in this spliff
I get tired of these niggas keep mentionin' us
Why these Folk niggas wanna keep dissin'?
Sha Stackzz got shot in his chest and he did not do shit, why he put me in his mentions?
Y'all is not gunnin' for Gunna, got shot wit' his gun
He ain't even try to flick
Heard Rich got shot in his door
I wanna know, why the fuck did y'all niggas not spin?
Like look, you gon' take this gun, I'ma take this gun, we gon' blitz both ways
Me and G Swervo not comin' to play and the first one we see gon' get put on his face
Like what?
I'm not into the [?]
First one to shoot, I got no reason to wait
I'm the Jet, I cannot miss 'cause you know it's one on one wit' the 8
Like glah
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