Kay Glizz - Belt 2 Ass Nun
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{Verse 1: Kay Glizz}
Like, I’m back on that nonsense
Lowkey I been fiendin’ to harm shit
They had nun to say when Nunnie had jump out to Larkin, up it and spark it
They say TG crazy, we is the Troops and my niggas ballin’ like Harden
They keep talkin’ ‘bout that stuff when all they did was front
Bad drill, offense is garbage
We gon’ troop through their sides tryna-
We gon’ troop through their sides tryna catch that head pop
Backin’ the stash out, them niggas dead pop
Kick me a (?...) got Chase in that headlock
If you not one of mine you get slimed
Every other day we troop through the Line
Can nevеr make noise ‘cause thеy never outside
So next stop I’m on the Blake with my .9
Glahh, they started some shit they can’t handle
Had their ooter trippin’, bussin’ dance moves
Got this G on me push up I dare you
Big .30, Julius Randle
All them TDG bitches is ran through
Catch ‘em, break ‘em down, dismantle
Send the blitz you gon’ see what these bands do
Larry with me he jumpin’ out that van too
Niggas know why they call us the Troops
Free GetLeft the late night sparker
GDK niggas know how we hoop
Homie dropped to the block he couldn’t make it farther
If we knew he was hit would’ve stood over top bangin’ his shit, Vince Carter
Niggas know how we get, don’t use them thotties to line us ‘cause then we might harm ‘em
{Verse 2: Jahh Savv}
This shit done got weird niggas linkin’ for safety
Ray Makk shot two different occasions
Niggas know not to pull up by Gersh
Them Hat niggas dick ridin’ they get it first
Keep mentionin’ us over a nigga we shot
No we don’t call ‘em we troop to their block
We get up close got to see every shot
The defense is great we outside every day
And no we ain’t goin’ for stunts
Them RT niggas ain’t tough, they lyin’ on drills
I heard there’s a hole in his chest how the fuck he survived? You lucky it wasn’t my guys
That’s word to my dead, you would’ve been in the sky
I can merch it we really get active
Every block around us get the belt
It get lit when I put on my mask
And fuck Aggy I heard they did him bad
JC my ooter all he know is blast
Swerv got shot on his birthday, nigga, y’all need to get back for that
And stop braggin’ on air balls in tracks
{Verse 1: Kay Glizz}
Like, I’m back on that nonsense
Lowkey I been fiendin’ to harm shit
They had nun to say when Nunnie had jump out to Larkin, up it and spark it
They say TG crazy, we is the Troops and my niggas ballin’ like Harden
They keep talkin’ ‘bout that stuff when all they did was front
Bad drill, offense is garbage
We gon’ troop through their sides tryna-
We gon’ troop through their sides tryna catch that head pop
Backin’ the stash out, them niggas dead pop
Kick me a (?...) got Chase in that headlock
If you not one of mine you get slimed
Every other day we troop through the Line
Can nevеr make noise ‘cause thеy never outside
So next stop I’m on the Blake with my .9
Glahh, they started some shit they can’t handle
Had their ooter trippin’, bussin’ dance moves
Got this G on me push up I dare you
Big .30, Julius Randle
All them TDG bitches is ran through
Catch ‘em, break ‘em down, dismantle
Send the blitz you gon’ see what these bands do
Larry with me he jumpin’ out that van too
Niggas know why they call us the Troops
Free GetLeft the late night sparker
GDK niggas know how we hoop
Homie dropped to the block he couldn’t make it farther
If we knew he was hit would’ve stood over top bangin’ his shit, Vince Carter
Niggas know how we get, don’t use them thotties to line us ‘cause then we might harm ‘em
{Verse 2: Jahh Savv}
This shit done got weird niggas linkin’ for safety
Ray Makk shot two different occasions
Niggas know not to pull up by Gersh
Them Hat niggas dick ridin’ they get it first
Keep mentionin’ us over a nigga we shot
No we don’t call ‘em we troop to their block
We get up close got to see every shot
The defense is great we outside every day
And no we ain’t goin’ for stunts
Them RT niggas ain’t tough, they lyin’ on drills
I heard there’s a hole in his chest how the fuck he survived? You lucky it wasn’t my guys
That’s word to my dead, you would’ve been in the sky
I can merch it we really get active
Every block around us get the belt
It get lit when I put on my mask
And fuck Aggy I heard they did him bad
JC my ooter all he know is blast
Swerv got shot on his birthday, nigga, y’all need to get back for that
And stop braggin’ on air balls in tracks
