Denied lyrics

[Intro: PJ Glizzy & Dougie B]
Brttt
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah
Gang, gang, gang
Yo Dougie back gang
Gang, uh-huh, (gang, gang, gang)
Die Gz, gang, gang, gang
Gang, (gang, gang, gang), gang

[Chorus: PJ Glizzy & Dougie B]
Boy, he just walked in the spot and start clicking
He told me it was too oppy
When I upped it and draw, I step on the car
I'm shooting that threat in a heartbeat
Called up Dougie B, we got a lick (got a lick)
We gon' hop out, like two or three blicks (we gon’ flock sh*t)
Oh, that’s Drilly gang? We gotta hit
Oh, that’s Drilly gang? We ‘bout to blitz

[Verse 1: Dougie B]
Sev to the O, b*tch we on go
Big EBK, we got too many poles
Money, violence, respect, don’t beef if you broke
Tell him pick up a gun and go put up for bro
b*tch I'm not lackin’, I don't got my chop’, any n*gga get knocked right out
We got choppas and knockas, extended clips, hollows, and bands
Me and gang bucked out
b*tch, I'm high likе a kite, lights out
I'm a Flocka, can't box right now
Got cops still rapping, like how?
Tell ‘еm get back, pus*y boy, pipe down
I'mma just walk on this sh*t, when I walk with a grip, b*tch I walk with a limp
Can't be moving too fast, got the chop’ on my hip
They be sayin’ I’m reckless and sh*t
Yo b*tch out here caressing and sh*t
Glizzy keep him a .30, and I keep a .9
If that b*tch from the T’s, tell that b*tch open wide
Ain't no reason to slide, n*ggas never outside
It's the f*ck all the opps, anybody could die
Gang, grtt, (everybody gon’ f*ckin’ die man)
Bow, bow, bow
(EBK)
[Chorus: PJ Glizzy & Dougie B]
Boy, he just walked in the spot and start clicking
He told me it was too oppy
When I upped it and draw, I step on the car
I'm shooting that threat in a heartbeat
Called up Dougie B, we got a lick (got a lick)
We gon' hop out, like two or three blicks
Oh, that’s Drilly gang? We gotta hit
Oh, that’s Drilly gang? We ‘bout to blitz

[Verse 2: PJ Glizzy]
Brodie got the drop, he got a lick
He shooting like Roscoe, then he made the pick
That baba, she lined him, he just start the trip
That knocka start kickin’, that boy got a spliff
And Benzo with us, so we just caught us a running man
That hollow tip knock that lil boy out his place
That choppa go, "grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah”
They tryna blitz, nah, nah, nah ,nah
If he jackin’ Gz, put boy in the pavement
We smoking Woo Lotti, Dummy in the air
I'm [?] the [?], and I don't even care
Got Dougie with me, and we spin, make it hot
That .40 make that pus*y boy disappear
If he jackin’ Drilly gang, clickin’ the spot
That .42 got that lil' b*tch moving weird
That's why I just walk with a stick, with a knocka
[Chorus: PJ Glizzy & Dougie B]
Boy, he just walked in the spot and start clicking
He told me it was too oppy
When I upped it and draw, I step on the car
I'm shooting that threat in a heartbeat
Called up Dougie B, we got a lick (got a lick)
We gon' hop out, like two or three blicks (we gon’ flock sh*t)
Oh, that’s Drilly gang? We gotta hit
Oh, that’s Drilly gang? We ‘bout to blitz

[Outro: PJ Glizzy & Dougie B]
Grrt, bow
OGz the f*ck up, ([?] gang) gang gang gang
Blitt that, (no more free f*ckin’ Dougie B)
Grtt, grrt, gang
b*tch, I’m back