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Made by Tezza Beats

I'm stuck in the T for the Lizzy, Lizzy
Catch me in South Side Killy, Killy
Shottz can tell you 'bout chingy, chingy
He done up **** silly, silly
.44 score with my city
Now I gotta clear up the rizzy
Grub come ten, like busy
Grub come ten, like busy

I was in the Circle, busting Felts
Spotted a yute on the trenches
P*ssed I could've jumped out gang and works it
Heard there's an opp on the landing
Looks like I'm gonna have to lose my standard
J1 wasn't at no party
Don't lie on them tracks, some Crime Scenе Barbies
These **** need to chat thеir stats 'cah I swear three times Lil Joe's been splashed
My browning wants to arch her back
But I can't hit that, no way, she's trash
Darling, just gimme some hat and hold this mash in your council flat
(Darling, just gimme some hat and hold this mash in your council flat)
Mish-mash, caught **** in a barber shop but we weren't tryna do his hair
Get-get chinged for wearing that **** sh*t in the night, man it's only fair
Lil Dotz ain't done no drillings
Name me a time, man that's sh*t there's rare
We don't pay no one to do drillings
We jump out the dingers and go right there
What you know about stuck in the T for weeks 'cah the phone line popped like toast bread?
What you know about robbing these .32 bells?
So we slap some when we got toast them
What you know about swinging your shank on the mains?
Now the rambo's lookin' all soakin'
What you know about getting back home and the TV's talking about someone's ghosted?
They could catch me setting up shops for the gwop
I couldn't care less if it's hot
Mish-mash, be a king of the pot
If he hands this mag, he ain't losin' a lot
Mish-mash, be a king of the pot
If he hands this mag, he ain't losin' a lot
Bino fell in love with the crops
If he runs into your grove, then he's taking a lot
Done me a drill, head straight to the spot
Shottz pressed on the gas, just bucked into cops
Can't ever stop about trying to stop 'cah the rambo's juiced like summer fruit squash
('Cah the rambo's juiced like summer fruit squash)
Anything red get cheffed
He must my bujj if he thinks I'll leff him
M tryna buss that ride, but we caught up and he held like seven
I'm stuck in the T for the Lizzy, Lizzy
Catch me in South Side Killy, Killy
Shottz can tell you 'bout chingy, chingy
He done up **** silly, silly
.44 score with my city
Now I gotta clear up the rizzy
Grub come ten, like busy
Grub come ten, like busy

BroadayYay get straight to the fishing
He got screws missing, he don't wan' listen
More time when we top six pitchers
The opps them dippin', they think we're drillin'
How many blood been spilled by the mindi?
Shh got bored, it's history
Opp block taped off, now it's a mystery
**** done up the dash when he bucked my batch, didn't wanna turn ash
Got a drop, there's a opp on the ash
So we slide and the flash, tryna feed them shells
Tesco deals, I made in these cells
These opp boys be movin' like girls
And they rap about their olders' drillings as well
So stop all the lies and fibbing
Lil Dotz, who you chingin'?
We both know that you don't do drillings
Your blade comes dry like a grey ting's chicken
But listen
Didn't **** get dropped for jumping in pictures?
But listen
Shoutout the LG, instant killing
Shoutout the SSK, would kill him
How many man got put in these rizzlers?
Made by Tezza Beats
I'm stuck in the T for the Lizzy, Lizzy
Catch me in South Side-

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