Portland lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo Kezzy, yo Kezzy)
(Yo Meen play that sh*t)

[Chorus: Rich Nunu]
This sh*t washed n*ggas throw shots and miss every time
These n*ggas be hype about it
One lost bro came to they block couple n*ggas got shot about it
Your favorite rapper don’t got no hits, that n*gga lying about it
(Oh my god we lost Jamie and Dell)
Well then go cry about it

[Verse 1: Rich Nunu]
Grinchin’ got resume, We the one giving the belt
We the one promoting the violence
It’s still free my Co-D he never said no names still to the goons stay silent
Still free bro they say they outsidе everyday when wе pop out we never find 'em
These n*ggas jokes they ain’t get back for they man on that one sh*t
That’s on bro but they wanna post, if we get the lo it’s a vibe on Mami
They never post outside on Mami
I don’t give a f*ck about who mentioning bro
I swear they all gon’ die on Mami
Can’t go band for band wit’ me but I swear they all could try
If we ain’t have sliders inside of the gang
That means we all provide
[Verse 2: Rich Glizz]
(Rrrah Rrrah)
n*ggas be dissin’ these n*ggas be fans
b*tch, I get that Martin that pain
Better hope it don’t jam cause’ the last n*gga shoot me that lil n*gga ran
I’m just tryna get on some rap sh*t
Catch in person I really clap sh*t b*tch
Your favorite rapper he not active
Meek Gz got clapped he ain’t had it
I do me no bend and go drill b*tch that’s on me
I really walk sh*t down
Like on the rock I was posted wit’ hounds
Free 33 brodie did not make a sound
We do not do the snitchin’
He got caught wit’ percs and started b*tchin’
They want the wrong one I might lip it
Cause 40 so big and it’s slippin' b*tch
Oh they posted on the Bz so we gone slide up then we creep
Then we hop out and blast
Most of these n*ggas run fast like
Jamie tried to get some eats and then he got clapped like
I jus’ wish bro had a- b*tch I jus’ wish bro had a mask
And I could be high off the, b*tch I be high off Rayy Makk

[Verse: Rich Nunu and Rich Glizz]
They know who uppin’ the score
They know your members is dying
Everytime I stop to the drill n*ggas is like we not even trying
They get in the booth start cappin’ I wanna know why you lyin’
You don’t got no bread in your pockets you don’t even hurt nobody
Let’s go post up on they block
The first one we see, we gon’ do em just like Rah
Tony got hit in his top
And what did they do all them n*ggas did was cry like
They better go hop in that ride so now
They know I be banging that knock
Free G Swervo he on top
They standing on business cause’ they know how my n*ggas rock
[Chorus: Rich Nunu]
This sh*t washed n*ggas throw shots and miss everytime
These n*ggas be hype about it
One lost bro cam to they block couple n*ggas got shot about it
Your favorite rapper don’t got no hits, that n*gga lying about it
(Oh my god we lost Jamie and Dell)
Well then go cry about it