Dead Trollz

[Verse 1: Rich Nunu]
I see niggas got jokes
Everyone trollin' and shit
So we catch one, do him like Ricky
I told brodie that's karma, cause we already know that Allah ain't forgivin' us, we got too many
Gotta stop wit' the pills for real
Had a convo wit' Boomer, he told me "Catch one send him wit' me"
Don't play wit' them kids, they'll leave you for real
They must've forgot how we doin' them Billy's
We took shh- from them and they hurt
And they tried to get back and take bro on his birthday
Heard he jackin' LP, but he be in the Veer
And if nobody there, thеn we out to the Kirk then
If I don't got thе V, I'ma shoot off to Wortman
Niggas so tough, 'til they see us in person
When they see us they be scared, niggas nervous
And we don't say much, but don't think we ain't lurkin'
And you don't know the pain from losin' a friend
Brodie got hit, so we seekin' revenge
We hopped in the V, tryna catch us a basket
We don't see nobody, we spinnin' again
We gon' hop out the V, get on feet and then click
We get up close and he fell and he tripped
I was right there, twinnem did him badly for real
He was yellin' out "BRODIE I'M HIT!"
They play wit' the F's, then we let 'em have it, like
You ain't touch one of mine, niggas cappin', like
Every nigga you see me wit', they got a basket, like
Oh you must ain't hear about the last one, like
They play wit' the F's, then we let 'em have it, like
You ain't touch one of mine, niggas cappin', like
Every nigga you see me wit', they got a basket, like
Oh you must ain't hear about the last one, like
This one hit home, free Baby Bizzy
I wish you could see this, brodie do the most
Like give us the lo', we gon' do him like shh-
I know that they mad he ain't make it home
I told brodie "I promise anyone that we see that be up on 'em sides, get hit in they dome"
Like bro see the cops in front of the H, he like "No"
If they don't see Marz, greenlight let's go

[Verse 2: Rich Glizzy]
They keep gettin' me out of character
I gotta chill, I keep hoppin' out of them V's
I am not beefin' wit' kids that just came outside, didn't do shit in the streets
Like Trizz tried runnin', now look at Ray Makk
He dead oh my god like, what happened to Sleeze?
Heard he caught two to his head, that's fucked up
Allat talkin', shoulda had his gleesh
They gotta free Banga, 'cause brodie was steppin' on shit
Runnin', duckin' from the D's
It shoulda never been Ray Makk, like oh my god, it shoulda just been Humble Gz
Do you remember that day? It was me and T Roy
Niggas was jumpin' them gates
Niggas was runnin' and duckin', thats word to my dead
Tryna put 'em on they face
Like look, niggas got lucky
Usually we really make it ugly
Tryna wrap a nigga like a mummy
And do not forget, that Dolo caught shots to his tummy
Y'all locs, why they keep mentionin' us
I catch me Ray Glizz, word to guys I'm sendin' him up
I know that them niggas is mad
Keyz got hit, twice, still ain't do nun'
Gettin' tired of these niggas
D-Don't stop, keep firin' nigga
And y'all bunch of lil' lyin' lil' niggas
Keep talkin' them hits, like nobody dyin' lil' nigga
Now y'all listen
Fuck Dellz B, he went missin'
Caught one to the head, was trippin'
Dumb nigga, he shouldn't have been slippin'
Like look, straight disrespectin' these niggas
We keep on bendin', keep testin' these niggas
SJ should've had his weapon
Seven times, I know he regret it
I know he regret it wit' his dumb ass, nigga
Fuck SJ, he got hit seven times