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lirik lagu packed up – lee drilly

[intro]
gang
gang, gang, gang
lee drilly (24 is the g.o.a.t)
94gz, no gz like these, you heard?
jack b’s, we jack bigger b’s
drop my sh*t, we gon’ let it squeeze
got preme with me, that’s a double g
e*wuu with me
jb with me
double
drilly
grahh

[verse 1: premegotracks]
they don’t wanna see drilly in a double
keep a big knock, b*tch i don’t like to tussle
she like “premegotracks i wanna f*ck you”
b*tch eat up, i don’t got time to cuddle
a n*gga run up on me, ima cl!ck it
can’t beef with the s, them n*ggas be snitchin’
n*gga rico got shot, started b*tchin’
[?] got shot in his head, started twitchin’
jb in the cut, tryna score a basket
e up in the cut with an automatic
lee just pulled up with some big sh*t
that sh*t so big can’t fit in his jacket
go and hit the block, call me up a thot
she gon’ eat me up, and they gon’ get the drop
if they gettin’ jiggy, then i bunny hop
shoot him in his face, then get low from the cops
real bad b*tch, yeah i know she clap sh*t
but she suck it good, the b*tch [?]
told that lil’ n*gga, don’t spin in no taxi
i leave a n*gga brains on the backseat
i’m a young dog b*tch i move too tact
if he shoot at me, b*tch i’m shooting back
all these guns we got, we could never lack
4 double g, put that on the map
she ate me up, then kissed me, how my d*ck taste?
smokin’ h*lla za, got that sh*t from [?]
leap up out the cut, boom him in his face
jakes up on our ass, b*tch we do the race
big ass 40, aim it at his noggin’
n*gga run up on me, ima get to flockin’
with a couple drillys and we bunny hoppin’
double g to drilly we gon’ let it flock
[verse 2: lee drilly]
[?] why these n*ggas frontin’?
when they see me in person they runnin’
only in the party if i got my gun in
i’ll [?] you, don’t try no dumb sh*t
ask about my drills, told her i do nothin’
n*ggas rap they ain’t never discussion
[?] for a hunnid
they be sayin’ i’m lit when i walk in
how i deal with opps when they get to bluffin’?
ask them, they gon’ tell you that i punched ’em
how i deal with b*tches when they get to frontin’?
[?]
back my d*ck out now she wanna suck it
[?] shorty, she be buggin
[?]
every n*gga who call you brother ain’t your broski
that’s why i don’t make a lot of homies
certain n*ggas fake, other n*ggas phony
so you always see me by my doley
but i ain’t never lackin’, keep my poley
boy i’m lettin’ off 8 like i’m kobe
gotta cut the grass, n*ggas probably lowkey
tryna do me [?], gotta stay me op
money my favorite, gotta chase that
never chasin’ these b*tches, know they hate that
and don’t ask me to eat it, i don’t play that
but if you wanna eat me, then just say that
till lee drilly pull up, it be laid back
put a bag on his head, tell him take that
e*wuu the [?], gotta make that
[?]
that’s on bro, me and e on that timin’
free mb he locked out on that island
40 still active, [?] horizon
jb sleeze promotin’ the violence
[?] still sittin’ in silence
and of course, n*ggas keep on dyin’
no love, rap cap, he lyin’
y’s ain’t hard, so why they meat ridin’?
n*ggas actin’ real but they really snakes
and they chattin’ but we know it’s fake
said if i see [?] leave him doa
oh, he mentioned my deads [?] (yagi)
ran down, don’t know what to say
like, n*ggas wanna*
don’t care if thats my cousin, n*gga i start buggin
when i up it send him to [?]
ima bust that, drilly bust that sh*t, bow, bow
missin’ his head, then we up that, n*gga up that sh*t, matha
[?]
so who you gon’ call when you have n0body
smelly dancin’ smokin’ on this bobby

- lee drilly

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