Free Spazz 2

[Intro]
Gang, Gang, Gang Gang Gang
Drilly
Lee Drilly (Lee Drilly)
94Gz no Gz like these you heard, we jack Bs you jack bigger Bs, drop my shit we gon' let it squeeze

[Chorus]
Do a hit out the V, shoot the whip (Shoot the whip)
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib (Free Spazz)
Tryna spin put hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get? (Like what?)
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip (Like what?)
Let alone what I do to they strip

Do a hit out the V, shoot the whip (Shoot the whip)
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib (Free Spazz)
Tryna spin, put hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get? (Like what?)
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip (Like what?)
Let alone what I do to they strip

[Verse One]
Lost my mans feelin' to this day (RIP)
When I catch you, [?] (On bro)
Say you smokin' on who?, now say it to his face
Bet this .40 put him in this place
Lee Drilly most hated, keep it on my waist (I’ma keep it)
Police lurkin', I can't catch a case
Spin with 32s 'n' 38s, boomin' at the strip, 'n' it's gon' leave a trace (At all)

[Verse Two]
Bring home a girly when I wanna hit
Wit' the cap, then I gotta spin
Back my dick, I slap it on her lips (Eat me)
Amy crazy, swallowin' my kids
Free my brothers crazy doin' bids (Free MB)
Politicin' pushin' back ya wig (Boom, boom)
Y'all rap what ya wan' do, but we rap what we did (On bro)
I'm really talkin' on what I live (No kizzy)

[Verse Three]
Yo, you put on ya glasses, then you put on ya mask (Yo B, Yo B)
You through the front, yeah I go through the back
I'm gon' get to boomin', you gon' let it clap (Boom, Boom)
Everybody dies, everybody's wack (Grrah, Grrah, Boom)
Dippin' off the scene, now we movin' tact
All these niggas cappin', gotta talk the facts
They know who responsible for most the packs (Us)
Get back gang never got back (At all)

[Verse Four]
Niggas know I'm wit' it, I don't take a deal (Never)
Movin' how I want, actin' how I feel (Facts)
Niggas playin’ games, in the streets for real
94 killa, who y'all niggas killed?
Tryna backdoor, niggas got the drop
Mans got killed, they take it on the hop
Spinnin' everyday, killa got locked
Tell my niggas focus spinnin' on the opps

[Chorus]
Do a hit out the V, shoot the whip (Shoot the whip)
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib (Free Spazz)
Tryna spin put hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get? (Like what?)
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip (Like what?)
Let alone what I do to they strip

Do a hit out the V, shoot the whip (Shoot the whip)
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib (Free Spazz)
Tryna spin put hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get? (Like what?)
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip (Like what?)
Let alone what I do to they strip

[Verse Five]:
So how they smokin’ KDub? (Like how?)
When these bitches got ate up (Ate)
And got kicked out, no they can’t lay up
No gun, got the blick you get shaped up like
Niggas wanna play tough (Stay playin’)
Gotta get your weight up
Jack your set, when you see me don’t play dumb (Pussy)
With the Dummy feelin’ wanna spray sum

[Verse Six]
Been through a lot before I was a man (Facts (On bro))
Put the struggles made me who I am
I was in the field, fuck a helpin’ hand (At all)
Gettin’ to it the best way I can
I was selling drugs, they don’t understand (Gang)
Ain’t nobody teach me how to scam (Gang gang gang)
Most my niggas broke, wasn’t part the plan (Gang gang gang)
Do this shit for them, come up with the bands (Grrah, grrah grrah grrah boom)

[Verse Seven]
Just got new pack, mix it with the buss up (Mix it)
And I’m chilling in the spot, so I’m gun up (Oh my God)
But I ain’t never slippin’ keep my gun tucked (Tuck it)
Case one of these bitch niggas run up
Oh you tryna fight?, nigga got me fucked up (Stupid)
Them days behind me, but my gun bust
But I had to chill cause I’m on the come up
Smart niggas live longer than tough ones

[Verse Eight]
Bitches wanna do me cos I’m gettin’ money (Thotty)
All these bitches hoes, can’t get nuttin’ from me (Dummy)
Tell a bitch she trash, got her in ha duffy
Posting pics on Snap, [?]
And I talk about the G, nigga that was my muddy
Drilly to the Gzz, nigga livin’ [?]
Stompin’ on his head, hoppin’ like a bunny
.40 on my lap, everythin’ for Dummy

[Chorus]:
Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna spin, put hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip

Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free Spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna spin, put hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout I ain’t touch a Crip
Let alone what I do to they strip