[Intro: Kay Flock] (Glo made that beat?) Grrah-grrah, like (Haha) Grrah-grrah, like (Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man) [Chorus: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if thе scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah) Saweetie 'NANi' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1: Nas EBK] Look, and you know that I'm blitzin' Three trеnds hop out, you know that we hittin', look They like, "Nas, you trippin'" Me and Jo hop out, we shoot, Scottie Pippen, look And you know I ain't lackin' I'm a 58, and you know that I'm trappin' Hollows they hit him, they leave him to fractions I'm taking risk and I'm getting the back ends Niggas fake, when I see 'em, letting off 7 DOA, now he on Channel 11 Can't go, see my choppa, it poke through the coat I see an opp and I'm ready to blow Leave a nigga right there in the snow [Verse 2: Jo Bandz] Spinning in fashion, came through clappin' Last nigga was put in a casket Kick that nigga, we gon' spliff that nigga Stupid lil' nigga, should've never been lackin' Get the .45, yeah, I always move tact' One wrong move, that's hollows in your back Try to run up, you get turned to a pack Fuck all the opps, they died just like Matt Like, like, fuck all the opps, died just like Matt I start ballin' like I'm KD Send shots if they crazy I'm on the field like a Young Brady Throwin' shots if they try to play me Bend that block, never get lazy Two twin Glocks, they Stacy Nigga, flockin' Stacy 'til my hands bleed Like, damn, nigga tried to play me, like [Chours: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah) [Verse 3: Dougie B] No crazy I'ma GBG, baby, can never let a nigga play me Y'all diss, we spin, they pay me Doin' it daily, movin' with Stacy, no shady And y'all niggas be buggin', like y'all don't know who really crazy Hop out, hop in, buggin' wit' KD Blacked out, bugged out, bitch, I'm D-Grady Niggas out here switchin' for them bands, yeah, I understand nigga, you a man You understand when I pop out wit' twin, we fiendin' to sin, Ion understand "Oh, you signed for half my advance?" "That's your plan?" I'm like, "Damn" Pop a Xan, then I do a dance I pop a 10, runnin' through them bands No crazy I'ma GBG, baby, can never let a nigga play me Y'all diss, we spin, they pay me Doin' it daily, movin' with Stacy, no shady And y'all niggas be buggin', like y'all don't know who really crazy Hop out, hop in, buggin' wit' KD Blacked out, bugged out, bitch, I'm D-Grady [Chours: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah) [Verse 4: Set Da Trend & Kay Flock] 'Bout that action, I ain't duckin' smoke If it's a problem with me, let me know Niggas dissin', I ain't with the dissin' I'll slide through, leave ya mama missin' Glock got a dick, watch it get to pissin' Straight head test, we ain't with the missin' Body bag him up, now, he with the fishes (Now he with the fishes, Grrah Grrah) .23 shots if he think he a soldier Bitch tryna' kick it like we in a doja Don't wanna talk when we bend ya shit over I'm in the spot, first nigga movin' if he get shot Brand new Glock, let's get to the testin' I wanna know who block y'all bendin'? Mex got hit, y'all ain't learn y'all lesson? They like, "Set Da Trend, you reckless" We got chops, them clips extended How y'all upping the score when y'all dying? Said the Dummy a nigga supplying Say I got hit by a bus, then you lyin' Dummy got put in a pack, he ain't flyin' 7 I send, ‘bout to set a trend .45 shots, bitch, I got a vendetta I'ma keep clickin' 'til he on a stretcher How you got shot and took it on a hop? Catch a bunny, put him in a box Oh, he jackin' OY? Then he gettin' shot Speakin' on JB, is you ready to die? T-Roy get to flockin', aimin' for your mind I thought Paco was ripped, but he was droppin' dimes Yagi B the demon, you ain't touchin' mine You ain't touchin' mine [Chours: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah)
Can I use this non profit?
[Intro: Kay Flock] (Glo made that beat?) Grrah-grrah, like (Haha) Grrah-grrah, like (Shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin', man) [Chorus: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if thе scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah) Saweetie 'NANi' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1: Nas EBK] Look, and you know that I'm blitzin' Three trеnds hop out, you know that we hittin', look They like, "Nas, you trippin'" Me and Jo hop out, we shoot, Scottie Pippen, look And you know I ain't lackin' I'm a 58, and you know that I'm trappin' Hollows they hit him, they leave him to fractions I'm taking risk and I'm getting the back ends Niggas fake, when I see 'em, letting off 7 DOA, now he on Channel 11 Can't go, see my choppa, it poke through the coat I see an opp and I'm ready to blow Leave a nigga right there in the snow [Verse 2: Jo Bandz] Spinning in fashion, came through clappin' Last nigga was put in a casket Kick that nigga, we gon' spliff that nigga Stupid lil' nigga, should've never been lackin' Get the .45, yeah, I always move tact' One wrong move, that's hollows in your back Try to run up, you get turned to a pack Fuck all the opps, they died just like Matt Like, like, fuck all the opps, died just like Matt I start ballin' like I'm KD Send shots if they crazy I'm on the field like a Young Brady Throwin' shots if they try to play me Bend that block, never get lazy Two twin Glocks, they Stacy Nigga, flockin' Stacy 'til my hands bleed Like, damn, nigga tried to play me, like [Chours: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah) [Verse 3: Dougie B] No crazy I'ma GBG, baby, can never let a nigga play me Y'all diss, we spin, they pay me Doin' it daily, movin' with Stacy, no shady And y'all niggas be buggin', like y'all don't know who really crazy Hop out, hop in, buggin' wit' KD Blacked out, bugged out, bitch, I'm D-Grady Niggas out here switchin' for them bands, yeah, I understand nigga, you a man You understand when I pop out wit' twin, we fiendin' to sin, Ion understand "Oh, you signed for half my advance?" "That's your plan?" I'm like, "Damn" Pop a Xan, then I do a dance I pop a 10, runnin' through them bands No crazy I'ma GBG, baby, can never let a nigga play me Y'all diss, we spin, they pay me Doin' it daily, movin' with Stacy, no shady And y'all niggas be buggin', like y'all don't know who really crazy Hop out, hop in, buggin' wit' KD Blacked out, bugged out, bitch, I'm D-Grady [Chours: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah) [Verse 4: Set Da Trend & Kay Flock] 'Bout that action, I ain't duckin' smoke If it's a problem with me, let me know Niggas dissin', I ain't with the dissin' I'll slide through, leave ya mama missin' Glock got a dick, watch it get to pissin' Straight head test, we ain't with the missin' Body bag him up, now, he with the fishes (Now he with the fishes, Grrah Grrah) .23 shots if he think he a soldier Bitch tryna' kick it like we in a doja Don't wanna talk when we bend ya shit over I'm in the spot, first nigga movin' if he get shot Brand new Glock, let's get to the testin' I wanna know who block y'all bendin'? Mex got hit, y'all ain't learn y'all lesson? They like, "Set Da Trend, you reckless" We got chops, them clips extended How y'all upping the score when y'all dying? Said the Dummy a nigga supplying Say I got hit by a bus, then you lyin' Dummy got put in a pack, he ain't flyin' 7 I send, ‘bout to set a trend .45 shots, bitch, I got a vendetta I'ma keep clickin' 'til he on a stretcher How you got shot and took it on a hop? Catch a bunny, put him in a box Oh, he jackin' OY? Then he gettin' shot Speakin' on JB, is you ready to die? T-Roy get to flockin', aimin' for your mind I thought Paco was ripped, but he was droppin' dimes Yagi B the demon, you ain't touchin' mine You ain't touchin' mine [Chours: Kay Flock] I'ma step He keep runnin' 'til he outta breath I kept clickin' 'til I'm goin' deaf Oldheads get boomed too, who next? Smokin' on who? That's a ticket to death Try to reach, he get fled with the TEC Get Back Gang, not Sit Back Gang Like, Big DOA, we don't settle for less If I shoot at his māthā, he do bachata Shoot at his weave 'cause he had on a vest I'm a demon on demon time, I already peeped And you know I ain't slidin' if the scene ain't a mess (Grrah-Grrah)
What’s the original beat called?
it got taken down
@@1dp2 oh damn.. what was it called tho?
@@swagmaster36050don't trip glo banks im pretty sure
🔥🔥🔥🔥plz don’t delete
@2116w for slowed version!
whats it called