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Versuri Mdot 59, OTS Floater (NY) & BenzoDaG – Groovey lyrics

[Verse 1: OTS Floater]
If he jackin’ he Makk then he not one of mine
If I catch lil’ Pop, he get put in the sky
Bino a dick, he got hit from behind, nigga lacked by the Ly’ and got hit by surprise
Nigga a dick, he ain’t carry a .9
Jodot be lying, just coming outside
Stackz on the bench, now I’m tappin’ my arm
When Ave come home, then we gunnin’ him down
We don’t know how ya get when ya creep, multiple chops on multiple scenes
Calling BinLaden, he creeping from deep
Niggas know when bro died, we was spinnin’ for B
Can’t name one time that we hopped that, look at Bino, hе shoulda shot back
Now Pop wanna troll like he got back, how many times wе done pull up and shot that?
Why the fuck I keep hearing this niggas do it for bro? We on every block, niggas sit back and post
Word to bro, I’ma flick for the Jet but we boom on a Jet, last nigga got turned to a ghost
46 sweet, now they gettin’ low
Kyi Kyi a kid, get punched in his jaw
Niggas on dick, he keep postin’ in those, better ask around town who up on the board
I’m the face of the Spect’, put my life on the line for the set
Dayday a fool, nigga fell to his death, then D9, poof, got poked by the steps
Niggas suckin’ my dick, if you know then you know when it’s time to put on, I’m the first one to show
G on my body, all black Tech, if I spot me an opp I’ma click ‘til I’m deaf
Niggas don’t like how I talk on they deads and I really get active
LA a dick, Ju’ be mad ‘cause he crashed for the ‘mish, now nigga a basket
Most of these niggas that’s sayin’ my name, when they see me in person, they [?]
Walk up the block with that shit on my hip, if I spot me an opp then I’m making it happen, word to my dead
4O barkin’, this shit got a kick, lemme get in my stance
Pass it to ‘Dot ‘cause he ready to blam, gettin’ booked with the Glos wasn’t part of the plan
Loaf on that block, better have you a tan
Talkin’ on bro, you gon’ go with your mans
Hop in this ride, better throw what you can
When Dubski got shot, he was screamin’ like „Damn”
Flick flick

[Verse 2: Mdot 59]
Why the fuck everyone keep on dissin’ the Flicks? Like, niggas know how we get on the 6
Word to my dead, nigga, we had ‘em duckin’ the chop and free Dollie, got saved by a bitch
We throwin’ pain every time it’s a diss, like, why the fuck they keep suckin’ our dick?
Before all the rap, I was suited for bro, I did three in one day, I was bangin’ the grip
Word to my dead, you can ask around town, I been bangin’ in fashion
Shoutout lil’ Brady, I love him to death, 48’d the ‘Wokk, word to bro, on some Makk shit
Dotty was trollin’ and sayin’ my name every track, word to bro, nigga, now he a basket
When my mans died, they was trollin’ and shit, stop postin’ that nigga and go get on bad shit, word to my dead
Another one dead, Notti got poked, where the fuck was his lead?
Now it’s Dotty and Dotty, don’t know who to pick, so I’m smokin’ that nigga, took one to his head
T9 legs, Ray Deady dead, Sugarhill Mel, he put one in his head
I wanted lil’ Dudey but Adot went poof, word to bro, so we smokin’ that nigga instead, word to my dead
I ran into Pop, I was stompin’ his head on the ground, word to bro, we was fucking him up
They was mentionin’ B, niggas was laughing and trolling and shit, they was chucklin’ up
Adot went out like a dick, he was holdin’ his chest, word to bro, he was bucklin’ up
Fuck a one-on-one timing, I’m smokin’ the Ape, nigga, word to my dead, I’m not knucklin’ up
Like, nigga, who wanna play? Like, word to bro, I don’t care for the hate
He was flickin’ his wrists, he went out like a bitch, nigga, now he not flickin’ his wrists in the grave
Ray Deady face on the pave’, Bino head, stuck in the grave
He got hit with a spinmove jelly and shit, then they stood over top and they went for the lay
Adot poof, how the fuck he gon’ get in his groove?
I don’t care ‘bout the hate, nigga, he was just eatin’ up dick every track, should’ve stood in the booth
And I talk how I want, nigga, who doing what? Nigga, word to my dead, I’ll still flick on the boot
They put an Ape in the ground, fuck the one-on-one timing, I smoke him, don’t get it confused

[Verse 3: BenzoDaG]
Like, Adot the gas, he was mentionin’ Bones
Niggas know how we get, hoodie down with the Chrome
Heard he died off a pill, I’ma troop through the O and get one of them gone
Word to my dead, shit be deeper than rap, when I got in the field, had to stay with the gat
I don’t play about Zay, why they mention that name? Why the fuck you do think I get wavy on-?
Like, 250K, nigga Eli the pack
Free Dotty B, I’ma leave it at that
Kash got the beat but they mentionin’ me, we gon’ light up the Brim while I bend with the Hat
Suited up Nike Tech on a bike, give a fuck ‘bout the fame, I’ma bang on a pipe
Bloxkz know what’s up when I got to the 6, he gon’ cap for the ‘Gram, shit be getting me tight
3, 3
63rd too, they was duckin’ the deuce, I was chasin’ em down, why they lookin’ confused?
Niggas trippin’ and fallin’, might’ve sparked with the deuce, I done up off the hip tryna get in my groove
Now it’s time to go light up they block, I reload the gun, more than ten in the knocks
We got .40s and Glocks when I slide with the ‘Wokk
Like, Joshy got shot, niggas blew off his top
JB a mook, never came down the block, and you got beat, where the fuck was your .9?
I can troll on the net ‘cause I stay with my-
I said what I said ‘cause I’m flickin’ for mine