Response 3

[Intro]
Ghosty
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[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 niggas this gon' be the last one
Tazzo runnin' Ricky he a fast one (Ricky)
Lil' dummy niggas think they runnin' track
But them bullets hit him flyin' faster (Grrr, boom)
Fuck a ambulance, call up the pastor
'Cause this lil' nigga ain't gon' make it (Grrah)
All the blixkys gave clout to the two-six niggas
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 thirteen
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 niggas sit back (Blixky da Blixky)
Tazzo B still out here makin' them disstracks (Pussy)
I wanna know if you ever gon' get back
I ain't forget 'bout that leg-shot nigga (I ain't forget, nigga)
I woulda made it a headshot nigga
Three of them niggas got hit back to back
Why ain't nobody go bend blocks nigga? (Haha)
And I rap, but I really get busy
See that pussy 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 shit, don't mean shit
And it don't scare nobody (AR)
I got a Glock with a stick
I don't miss, and I don't fear nobody
How Tazzo wife that bitch
Thot ass bitch, gang gang already bodied (Treesha)
If somebody clap me, I'm catchin' homi's
How you get hit and ain't flarin' nobody? (Pussy)
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 bitch 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
Fuck 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, bitch"
Six three shots leave him done up, bitch (Grrr, Grrr, boom)
Don't be dumb, don't run up bitch
Spinnin' all day 'till the sun up, bitch
Tell 'em get off my dick 'cause y'all niggas 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 dick 'cause y'all niggas 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' shit (Grrrr)
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in the ground (Bow, bow, bow)
Niggas slippin', I know they ain't spinnin' through (What?)
And your mans he got clapped, he ain't bulletproof (Bow)
And we leave niggas flat like a [?]
If I call you my brother, I spin witchu (Facts)
Niggas 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?)
Fuck that, know these niggas won't [?] me
Shootin' the opps, so these niggas can't hold me (Nah)
Big knocks, [?] like Tony
All these niggas spit lies, they phony
Spray down the whip, leave his brain on the dashboard (Grrr, bow)
Why niggas 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 bitch, I'm goin' for six
I'm done with the [?]
[?] all my niggas 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 niggas scorin' like [?], makin' it tragic (Grrr)
Leave you dead in a casket
Opp bitch I fuck then I pass quick (Bow, bow, bow)