No D&D lyrics

[Intro: Nesty Gzz & ASSASIN]
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah (Ayo, suck my di*k, it's that Nesty Floxks n*gga)
Grrah, like gang 'nem (Four, sev')
(War's too nasty)
Like, gang 'nem
[?] in the pills
Now let's spin to the bridge and leave him in the river (Good job, Sho)

[Verse 1: Nesty Gzz]
Like gang in the spot, there is not no D&D (OYK)
Move tact', hop out you ain't seeing me (Grrt, boom)
EverythingK and we smoking on Caine (Like, what?)
See Keem, four shots to his brain (He dead, grrah, grrah)
Like, why would you put thirteen on a chain? (Grrah, grrah, uh-huh)
See a Flocka, I'm ripping that chain (Gang)
Like, why would you put thirteen on a chain? (Uh-huh)
See a Flocka, I'm ripping that chain, like
Like, fifth to the Sev, that sh*t to my di*k (Like, what?)
Them n*ggas mad JB in the spliff (J—)
I could never lack for a b*tch
Like, I know a opp who got beat with a stick
AJ got beat with a brick (Grrah)
Like, R.I.P Rev, usеd to beat on Rip (Gang, gang, gang)
.32 gon' f*ck up his hips (Rip)
Like, Bobby got hit, couldn't get in his crib
[Verse 2: Ek DaOoter & Yus Gz]
Oh, thеy smoking on who? Don't run (Don't run)
Brodie gon' hop out the back, go dumb (Grrah)
n*gga, everything dead, so what? (So what?)
You ain't smoking on James, you ain't seeing this blunt (Like, f*ck James)
I'm with the Vatos, we got all the guns
Push up on me, n*gga, you getting slumped (EBK)
Rappin' and clappin' this sh*t gettin fun (Grrah)
Brodie hop out the V, keep makin' them run (Grrah, keep makin' them run)
We don't f*ck with no Apes, we Makk
Up the Rock, you get left on your back (Like, die Rock)
And when I'm on the opps, too tact'
Sliding with Nesty, they runnin' like track
Talkin' on Rah we aimin' at your cap (Grrah)
And for Dubski, I'm letting it clap (Like, gang, gang)
Oh, that's a Flock, that's who?
Up the chopper, take 'em off the map (DOAK)
But I'm still on the block, die L'zzz
See a opp and we givin' 'em hell
Flock 'em and drop 'em, we givin' 'em shells
And if I get caught, then I'm makin' a bail (Everything dead)
And they ballin' for who? That's cap, they ain't ballin' they just getting clapped (Grrah, grrah, like, grrah)
And they ballin' for who? That's cap, they ain't ballin' they just gettin' clapped (JB, Marky)

[Verse 3: Yus Gz & ASSASIN]
They like, "Yus got a beam, he go dumb off a bean"
Try to push up on me, that's on bro he get cleaned
JayRip got shot in his chest and his knee (Grrah, Rippy)
Like, Murda G, he gon' clear the whole scene (Grrah)
Like, pop out, .32 with a beam (.32 with a what?)
Like, Blay got popped, he went out like a fiend (Grrah, grrah)
Like, EBS, I go dumb, if I see ‘em, get cleaned (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
One shot to the head, we go do 'em like Keem (Grrah, grrah)
[Verse 4: ASSASIN & Tripping Trapz]
Like, first things first, n*gga, suck my di*k
Big chop, but it never on sh*t (They dead)
Smokin' on Blay and we smokin' on Rip (Rip)
Dougie chattin' like he ain't get hit
How many dead n*ggas in the spliff?
That's Bobby, Marky, Tank
We smoking dead n*ggas out the zip
That's Benji, Mezzy, JB (Grrah)

[Verse 5: Tripping Trapz & Lee Drilly]
Mr. Everything Dead, reverse, start spinnin' (Like), I stay with the lead (I stay with the lead)
They know what I do, when I upped it, they fled (When i upped it, they fled)
Said he was hot, he got shot in the leg (He got shot in the leg)
I catch me a Flocka, he shot (He shot)
I don't wanna talk, he meetin' the Glock
f*ck all the views, I'm spinnin' the block
Don't end up like Rippy, get put in a box
Now we out to the Dub, n*gga, every opp shot
If I catch me a— shh, I'm making it hot (Ewok)
The b*tches, they love us, they givin' the drop
You think that you f*ckin', then you getting shot (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom, boom)

[Bridge: Lee Drilly]
(94Gz no Gz like these you heard, jack B's, jack bigger B's, drop my sh*t, we gon' let it squeeze)
Like, grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Look (Lee Drilly), look (Look)
[Verse 6: Lee Drilly]
It's a whole lot of opps I could pop (Like, what?)
But I'd rather just pop me a Yellow (Grrah, grrah, boom)
It's a whole lot of opps I done shot (What?)
I just get to clappin' like it's ghetto (Like, what? Like, what?)
And he said I ain't ever did sh*t (Like, how?)
Like, he said I never caught a hit (Like, what?)
And he said I ain't never get back (Okay)
Guess it's time to show that boy the facts (On bro)
Dummy gang, he get put on a poster (Like, facts)
Lil' Locc, he went out just like Noah (He dead)
We been rollin' up most of the Rollas
Couple n*ggas seen me and they froze up (Couple n*ggas seen me and— they froze)
Gotti seen me and that n*gga froze up (Like, what?)
PJ Balla seen me and he froze up (PJ)
Seen Blockwork in the stu' and he froze up (Blockwork)
Would've shot him if he threw a O up (OYK)
I'm just different, can't f*ck with no smutty cuz' (At all)
All these b*tches tryna line the bunnies up (On bro)
I can't wait till I run into Buddy Love (B-Lovee)
No gun, I might just have to f*ck 'em up (Beat 'em, beat 'em)
Love my brothers, n*ggas know my muddies, but
I be spinnin' they side to the sun is up (Oh my—)
If I catch a OY, I'ma done 'em up (What?)
Send 'em to Caine, like, welcome to the country club
It's a opp right there, boom, look (What? Boom, boom, boom, boom)
And no, we don't follow no rule books (At all, at all)
All my b*tches tell me that I'm smooth, look (Like, what?)
Get in the pus*y, bust move, look (Gang, gang)
How they making music? We had you shook (Damn)
And them DR’s lookin' cool, look (Blockwork)
Catch Keem, I shoot, look
And his mans and ‘em gon be like, "Move Look"

[Bridge: Lee Drilly]
They be shopping at CNC (What?)
That's why n*ggas can't beef with me (At all)
How they talking on D&D? (Like what?)
Brothers, Yellow, RB (Oh my—)
Ball player, B Diddy (B Did— He dead, he dead)
And it's still free MB (MB, Free MB)
3rdSideK, I be smoking on Bobby
Second 80 while I'm screamin', "Mommy"

[Outro: Lee Drilly, Nesty Gzz & Ek DaOoter]
Oh my God, it's that Lee Drilly n*gga, you heard?
Drop 4, I'm uppin' the nine, free the guys 'til I see the guys
And we smokin' everybody, smokin' all deads, you heard?
Ayy, I'm s— Yo
I'm— Yo, yo, hold on, hold on, hold on
Smokin' Sha EK father, haha
Smoking everybody, n*ggas know the vibes, oh my God
Yo, it's that EK n*gga, man, n*gga, everything dead, n*gga
Smokin' all deads, n*gga, everything dead