Kenzo Balla - Supa Sitchy lyrics
[Kenzo Balla - Supa Sitchy lyrics]
Grah grah grah boom
Like yo Eli what the fuck is poppin?
Grah, MB, MB drip, drip, drip
5th to the Sev pop out it get active
If he moving wonky we gon pack him
Hollows hit em make him do a backflip
He tryna get a feature then I'm taxin
On the 50 with the sitchy Makkin
Shh- got hit why the fuck he was lacking
Off of yellow now a nigga blackened
Chrome hearts and Amiri for the fashion
Send a shot all you heard was a ring?
If I'm coming my knocks I'ma bring
Niggas dissin but they ain't do a thing
Niggas ain't never take risk for they gang
If you ain't the Makk then you a stain
How my young demons spinnin snatch the chain
Bitch I'm pistol packing I got aim
Boomin at niggas we like fuck a (ring?)
N no we ain't shootin from deep?
Get up close we gon put him to sleep
Opps pussy thеy be duckin heat
Big ass chop knock him off his feet
Off the pеrky masked up tryna creep
He keep dissin can't wait til we meet
Ima up it then click before he blink
Vision blurry i'm goin off the drink
Try to run he got shot in his back
Supa sitchy i could neva lack
Supa mb ion fuck wit hats
Bitch i was 13 totin ona strap
In the Maybach, the pole on my lap
Smokin on mexi they can't get him back
Talk facts let's get into that
Words on my fives they never got clapped
Ima look for the G'z n the O'z
EBK and that's just how it go
And these lil niggas talkin on bro
So when u see me better have your pole
Niggas be snitchin fuckin up the code
How u jackin that nigga he told
If he jackin the opps then it's slow
Trippy demon i'm stuck on my ways
Smokin Lotti and Caine to the face
Bitch i hop out shoot a nigga in his what
Baby 380 it's tucked in my waist
Do a hit get low on the chase
If it get hot then I'm skipping them states
Niggas pussy no I can't relate
No I ain't jackin
Like what cos we ain't wit the nonsense
I'm lookin for a target
If i spot a Jet then ima pop him
These lil niggas don't know what they started
5th to the sev DOA we heartless
Ima wock em n get it regardless
I'm a demon I'm jus bein honest
Chop on my lap then u gotta pay homage
Ina V I'm spinnin wit chaser
Smokin dead niggas out the paper
Couple opps got smoked like vapors
No u can't run cos this Glock got a laser
Filled with anger
So jus hope u don't run into me
Cos u know ima flame ya shit major
I be spinnin n clickin n
Leavin niggas on the pavement we dangerous
Niggas know what my niggas get into
From the 50s, bitch we too official
I'm off the drugs and i'm clutching my pistol
Think you hot n im comin to get u
N we hittin whoever is wit u
Bullets get to flyin like it's missiles
He gon die n rip thru his tissues like
(grah grah boom, every opp shot)
(everything dead, mbmb, grah, grah grah)
Like yo Eli what the fuck is poppin?
Grah, MB, MB drip, drip, drip
5th to the Sev pop out it get active
If he moving wonky we gon pack him
Hollows hit em make him do a backflip
He tryna get a feature then I'm taxin
On the 50 with the sitchy Makkin
Shh- got hit why the fuck he was lacking
Off of yellow now a nigga blackened
Chrome hearts and Amiri for the fashion
Send a shot all you heard was a ring?
If I'm coming my knocks I'ma bring
Niggas dissin but they ain't do a thing
Niggas ain't never take risk for they gang
If you ain't the Makk then you a stain
How my young demons spinnin snatch the chain
Bitch I'm pistol packing I got aim
Boomin at niggas we like fuck a (ring?)
N no we ain't shootin from deep?
Get up close we gon put him to sleep
Opps pussy thеy be duckin heat
Big ass chop knock him off his feet
Off the pеrky masked up tryna creep
He keep dissin can't wait til we meet
Ima up it then click before he blink
Vision blurry i'm goin off the drink
Try to run he got shot in his back
Supa sitchy i could neva lack
Supa mb ion fuck wit hats
Bitch i was 13 totin ona strap
In the Maybach, the pole on my lap
Smokin on mexi they can't get him back
Talk facts let's get into that
Words on my fives they never got clapped
Ima look for the G'z n the O'z
EBK and that's just how it go
And these lil niggas talkin on bro
So when u see me better have your pole
Niggas be snitchin fuckin up the code
How u jackin that nigga he told
If he jackin the opps then it's slow
Trippy demon i'm stuck on my ways
Smokin Lotti and Caine to the face
Bitch i hop out shoot a nigga in his what
Baby 380 it's tucked in my waist
Do a hit get low on the chase
If it get hot then I'm skipping them states
Niggas pussy no I can't relate
No I ain't jackin
Like what cos we ain't wit the nonsense
I'm lookin for a target
If i spot a Jet then ima pop him
These lil niggas don't know what they started
5th to the sev DOA we heartless
Ima wock em n get it regardless
I'm a demon I'm jus bein honest
Chop on my lap then u gotta pay homage
Ina V I'm spinnin wit chaser
Smokin dead niggas out the paper
Couple opps got smoked like vapors
No u can't run cos this Glock got a laser
Filled with anger
So jus hope u don't run into me
Cos u know ima flame ya shit major
I be spinnin n clickin n
Leavin niggas on the pavement we dangerous
Niggas know what my niggas get into
From the 50s, bitch we too official
I'm off the drugs and i'm clutching my pistol
Think you hot n im comin to get u
N we hittin whoever is wit u
Bullets get to flyin like it's missiles
He gon die n rip thru his tissues like
(grah grah boom, every opp shot)
(everything dead, mbmb, grah, grah grah)