KYRIE lyrics

[Intro: No Savage & Gsambo]
Aye Gsambo, this vicious (Turn me up Ky, yeah, Wopo)
I'm poppin' my sh*t Sambo you got it comin', you feel me? (Free [?], aye Carti)
Aye Gsambo (Free Rio, Mob)
[?]
[?] n*gga (Ky)
Turn me up then (Mob, Wopo)
Haha (Mob)
Watch how I talk my sh*t on this sh*t n*gg- (Mob)
Big dog sh*t (Free Gio)
Hol-hol-hold on Connor you recordin' this?
(Mob)

[Chorus: No Savage]
Uh, I got a lot of respect (Uh)
Cap-ass n*ggas I keep 'em in check
Put a hole in his cap I can see through his hat (Uh)
Think sh*t a game I'm hittin' that blatt
Uh, spin with that switch lookin' sweet and I'm flexin'
He don't got no money that n*gga checkless
Give me the green light turn him to relish
And f*ck every n*gga we sent up to heaven

[Verse 1: No Savage]
Bang out the bag it state-to-state
I'm 'round the way with a drum and a Drac'
Come out without I might get spanked
A f*ck-n*gga set me up chasin' that dr-
Back-to-back buckets like Kyrie b*tch
I keep a micro beside me
Uh, he got his head blew off in an alley
What's in his stash? A police siren
No more takin' b*tch give me my money
Everyday I give a dime to auntie
Got on my sh*t ain't complyin' to undies
You kill me I'ma come back and haunt you
I got the whole D.C. in there shootin' that Drac' it's easy to flip sh*t
Green or blue beam easy to hit sh*t
I don't play Madden and know how to hit sticks (No Madden, Mob)
[Verse 2: Gsambo]
Whole lotta sticks
Drums come with kick
Aye Mob
Aye Ky, let's go
When I send the men, they blitz
I'm callin' commands, they come and they hit
I'm scopin' him out through the 5%
I'm still in the Yo but providin' the sticks
75 on these pounds your rent
We pay out the pocket ain't causin' a dent
Heard he havin' deals we reelin' 'em in
Really havin' dogs glizzies and FNs
They hidin' them out like they hidin' in tents
This brick when they spin n*gga spin it again
If we miss on the blitz we gon' spin it again
[?] same sh*t I've been sinnin' again
24 for a [?] send it again
[?] out a zip I'm just zippin' 'em in
And we got Glocks like we signed by G.G
Go through they hood whole summer on TV

[Chorus: No Savage]
Uh, I got a lot of respect (Uh)
Cap-ass n*ggas I keep 'em in check
Put a hole in his cap I can see through his hat
Think sh*t a game I'm hittin' that blatt
Uh, spin with that switch lookin' sweet and I'm flexin'
He don't got no money that n*gga checkless
Give me the green light turn him to relish
And f*ck every n*gga we sent up to heaven