Kenzo Balla, Rayy Balla, TG Crippy - Touch The Ground lyrics
[Kenzo Balla, Rayy Balla, TG Crippy - Touch The Ground lyrics]
(Elias Beatz) hey ladies, drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Grrah-grrah)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Like, like)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
(Grrah-grrah)
Hey ladies, drop it down (Like)
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Every opp shot)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
(Everything dead)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Bullets they hit him, turn him to a dancer
(Turn him to a dancer)
Niggas don't want no smoke
'cause they got cancer (They got cancer)
If you dissing me, then I'ma blam ya
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
I don't give a fuck about no cameras
(Fuck about no cameras)
Outside buggin', totin' on the hammer
(Totin' on the hammеr) chrome heart
Black and white just likе a panda
(Like a Panda)
Last opp got lucky that it jammed up
(Lucky that it jammed up)
Other nigga dead, go pick ya' mans up
(Pick ya mans up)
I'ma get up close and lay him down
(Lay him down)
I wanna see that nigga (Touch the ground)
On my bully, looking for the Hounds
(Looking for the Hounds)
Bend through the Hill
Let off a couple rounds
Kenzo Balla uppin' at the crowd
Smoking on Country Caine without' the pound
(Grrah-grrah, boom) what now? Man down
Flockin' at niggas 'cause I love the sound
('Cause I love the sound)
Bullets go in him, he shittin' out hollows
(Shitting out hollows)
Me and my niggas into crackin' tacos
(Crackin' tacos) bend the Well
I'm looking for the opps though
(Looking for the opps though)
They ain't outside, take a trip to the Vatos
(Trip to the Vatos)
5'z on top, we gon' fuck up the spot though
(Fuck up the spot though)
But we ain't coming if we
Can't bring chop though
(If he can't be chopped though)
Every time I seen the opps, they got low
(They got low)
'Cause wherever I'm going, my knocks go
(My Knock go)
All these new opps, who jacking these niggas?
They just dissin', we clapping at niggas
(Clappin' at niggas)
Finger itchin', fiending for the trigger
(Fiending for the trigger)
Bitch, I'm with Max and Tana
We them drillers (We them drillers)
Opps pussy, them niggas ain't killers
(Niggas ain't killers)
Smoking on Lotti, got poked in his liver
Shit real, but this shit could get realer
(Shit could get realer)
Niggas is foo, we gon' cook him like dinner
(Cook him like dinner)
Don't run, don't trip, don't fall, don't slip
(Don't trip, don't slip)
I'ma up it and click from my hip
(Click from my hip)
Get right up on him, turn him into a spliff
(Turn him into a spliff)
Who click? Who spin? Who bitch? Who bend?
(Who bend?)
If it's war, this shit'll never end
(Shit'll never end)
I'm tryna kill a nigga and his friend, like
Me and Rayy gon' blitz on a opp
2-3 chops gon' click on the opps, like
(Click on the opps)
I'ma flock this shit until he drop
('Til he drop)
Send shots if that nigga bunny hop
Pus-pussy niggas never play they block
(Never play they block)
Niggas got shot and took it on a hop
(Took it on the hop)
Moving rock 'cause the wocks in the spot
(Ewokk)
Choppas on us, we got knockers on knocks
(Knockers on knocks)
Big knock, and this shit got a kick
I could never put trust in a bitch
(Put trust in a bitch)
I could only put trust in my blick (My blick)
Hop out, tryna hit him in his shit
(Hit him in his shit)
Lotta' opps gettin' took off the list
(Gettin' took off the list)
It's a whole lotta' opps in my spliff
(Opps in my spliff)
It's a whole lotta' shots in my grip
(Shots in my grip)
How many stupid niggas that got hit? Like
Keep clicking 'til he touch the ground
(Touch the ground)
We catch a hit then we fly outta' town
(Fly outta' town)
Call up Kenzo, he slide with the pound
(Slide wit' the pound)
Watch how the MAC movin' up at the crowd
(Up at the crowd)
Niggas talk, but they never around
(Never around)
Me and my niggas, we tryna link now (What?)
Talk on bro, get you shot to the ground
Shoot him again if he making a sound
(Grrah-grrah) i be laughin' and jokin'
(What?) but all the shooting
I'm promoting (I am)
If I ain't got the knock, I'ma poke him
Fuck that, told Lil' G, "Run him over"
Pop a perc', I hate it when I'm sober
She be fiending, tellin' me, "Come over"
Hit it twice then leave it, I'm a loner
When these bullets hit him, he a goner
He a goofy, now he getting rolled up
Spin they block, we steady doin' donuts
Get back, nigga, what's the hold up?
When the opps see us, yeah, they froze up
They ain't shooting, nigga
They ain't throw none
Get up close and rip him like a cold cut
They be talking but they gotta show us
How y'all spinning, but y'all never shoot?
Every time we spin, tryna' hit more then 2
Click-clack, nigga get left on the news
(Grrt, baow baow)
Don't try to front and go out like a fool
Niggas know wassup and they know what we do
Nigga tried to run and got shot out his shoes
Boy, you better duck when I run into you
Nigga, I been clickin'
This ain't nothing new
Pass it off to Kenzo, he know what to do
Like
Fuck the opps, why they all on my dick?
(Like, why?)
They keep saying they looking for Rips
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Shut the fuck up, you ain't looking for shit
Dubskii, Unchii, dead on the strip, like
(Goddamn)
And these opp niggas no competition (Nothing)
They just mad, 'cause they mans went missing
Chase pop out, he tryna to dismiss 'em
How you know I was right there with him?
Tana my cousin, yeah, I know he gon' get 'em
We dropping the 4's while
We looking for victims (Like, what?)
Who that right there? Go get 'em (Go get 'em)
If you up it, then you better hit him
(Better hit 'em) they dissin'
But these niggas never be spinning
Country shootin', got me feeling different
These niggas is mad 'cause
My niggas be winning (Like, why?)
How y'all mad 'cause my
Niggas be winning? Like (Ah)
On the Sev, you flocked it?
Nesty, you pussy, you just need to stop it
How you flockin', but you never dropped shit?
I keep it on me, I ain't wit' the boxin'
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Niggas feds, they be telling
How you gon' label my brother a menace?
(Free bro) like Chess, not Checkers
So y'all better get it together
Free bro, never tellin' did you see how he
(Touch the ground, oh my, God)
Oh, damn, oh, wow
How did it happen? I don't know how
Yus Gz, you a bitch, and ya' clothes
Fake as shit
Shot in your chest, what you did?
(What you did?)
Niggas know you ain't never do shit
(You ain't never do shit)
Move Look got hit in his shit (Like, what?)
And the Blockwork nigga a bitch
D&D, nigga, you ain't do shit
OY-OGz said you a snitch (Like)
Got a Glock and it came with a stick
Beam on the chop, ain't no way I'ma miss
If he trip, he get shot, you know when
He dead when his whole body drop, like
(Like, what?) fuck that, I'm on hots
You ran on Woo Lotti, let that nigga die
Like smoking Yellow, got me high
You talking on JB, now you gotta die, like
Smoking Caine, got me high
If I catch Lil D, he gon'
(Touch the ground, ahh)
He ain't dead, then we spinning around
Dubskii shootin', right out the pound, like
Fuck the Gz, them niggas needa stop
(Niggas needa stop)
They don't do shit when they
Bend on the Flocks
(When they bend on the flocks)
I told cuzzie, "Don't stop 'til he drop"
(Don't stop till he drop)
5th to the sev, we gon' make this shit hot
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
We keep spinning 'til somebody drop
Hop out the V, tryna clear out the block
(Grrah-grrah)
TG with us and he brought the mop
Spot us a Vato and he getting shot
Like, what? Like, how?
Rah Rah, Mexxy (Touch the ground)
I'ma flock, I ain't playing around
Get up real close and I'm laying him down
We up, y'all down
Dubskii, Lotti (Touch the ground, oh my god)
And my 'ooters, they don't play around
Pass us and watch how they boom at the crowd
(Grrah-grrah)
Spinnin' T's, I'm totin' on a pound
Catch Yus Gz, he gon'- (Touch the ground)
Catch a O and leave him on the ground
We stay on court, these niggas out of bounds
Spin the Well, I'm looking for a Hound
Catch Lil' Bookie, he gon'-
(Touch the ground)
I'ma flock this shit, I love the sound
Me and my niggas, we always around, like
Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
(Every opp shot)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer (Ahh)
Hey ladies, drop it down (Everything dead)
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Grrah)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
(MB, grrah-grrah)
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Grrah-grrah)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Like, like)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
(Grrah-grrah)
Hey ladies, drop it down (Like)
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Every opp shot)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
(Everything dead)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Bullets they hit him, turn him to a dancer
(Turn him to a dancer)
Niggas don't want no smoke
'cause they got cancer (They got cancer)
If you dissing me, then I'ma blam ya
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
I don't give a fuck about no cameras
(Fuck about no cameras)
Outside buggin', totin' on the hammer
(Totin' on the hammеr) chrome heart
Black and white just likе a panda
(Like a Panda)
Last opp got lucky that it jammed up
(Lucky that it jammed up)
Other nigga dead, go pick ya' mans up
(Pick ya mans up)
I'ma get up close and lay him down
(Lay him down)
I wanna see that nigga (Touch the ground)
On my bully, looking for the Hounds
(Looking for the Hounds)
Bend through the Hill
Let off a couple rounds
Kenzo Balla uppin' at the crowd
Smoking on Country Caine without' the pound
(Grrah-grrah, boom) what now? Man down
Flockin' at niggas 'cause I love the sound
('Cause I love the sound)
Bullets go in him, he shittin' out hollows
(Shitting out hollows)
Me and my niggas into crackin' tacos
(Crackin' tacos) bend the Well
I'm looking for the opps though
(Looking for the opps though)
They ain't outside, take a trip to the Vatos
(Trip to the Vatos)
5'z on top, we gon' fuck up the spot though
(Fuck up the spot though)
But we ain't coming if we
Can't bring chop though
(If he can't be chopped though)
Every time I seen the opps, they got low
(They got low)
'Cause wherever I'm going, my knocks go
(My Knock go)
All these new opps, who jacking these niggas?
They just dissin', we clapping at niggas
(Clappin' at niggas)
Finger itchin', fiending for the trigger
(Fiending for the trigger)
Bitch, I'm with Max and Tana
We them drillers (We them drillers)
Opps pussy, them niggas ain't killers
(Niggas ain't killers)
Smoking on Lotti, got poked in his liver
Shit real, but this shit could get realer
(Shit could get realer)
Niggas is foo, we gon' cook him like dinner
(Cook him like dinner)
Don't run, don't trip, don't fall, don't slip
(Don't trip, don't slip)
I'ma up it and click from my hip
(Click from my hip)
Get right up on him, turn him into a spliff
(Turn him into a spliff)
Who click? Who spin? Who bitch? Who bend?
(Who bend?)
If it's war, this shit'll never end
(Shit'll never end)
I'm tryna kill a nigga and his friend, like
Me and Rayy gon' blitz on a opp
2-3 chops gon' click on the opps, like
(Click on the opps)
I'ma flock this shit until he drop
('Til he drop)
Send shots if that nigga bunny hop
Pus-pussy niggas never play they block
(Never play they block)
Niggas got shot and took it on a hop
(Took it on the hop)
Moving rock 'cause the wocks in the spot
(Ewokk)
Choppas on us, we got knockers on knocks
(Knockers on knocks)
Big knock, and this shit got a kick
I could never put trust in a bitch
(Put trust in a bitch)
I could only put trust in my blick (My blick)
Hop out, tryna hit him in his shit
(Hit him in his shit)
Lotta' opps gettin' took off the list
(Gettin' took off the list)
It's a whole lotta' opps in my spliff
(Opps in my spliff)
It's a whole lotta' shots in my grip
(Shots in my grip)
How many stupid niggas that got hit? Like
Keep clicking 'til he touch the ground
(Touch the ground)
We catch a hit then we fly outta' town
(Fly outta' town)
Call up Kenzo, he slide with the pound
(Slide wit' the pound)
Watch how the MAC movin' up at the crowd
(Up at the crowd)
Niggas talk, but they never around
(Never around)
Me and my niggas, we tryna link now (What?)
Talk on bro, get you shot to the ground
Shoot him again if he making a sound
(Grrah-grrah) i be laughin' and jokin'
(What?) but all the shooting
I'm promoting (I am)
If I ain't got the knock, I'ma poke him
Fuck that, told Lil' G, "Run him over"
Pop a perc', I hate it when I'm sober
She be fiending, tellin' me, "Come over"
Hit it twice then leave it, I'm a loner
When these bullets hit him, he a goner
He a goofy, now he getting rolled up
Spin they block, we steady doin' donuts
Get back, nigga, what's the hold up?
When the opps see us, yeah, they froze up
They ain't shooting, nigga
They ain't throw none
Get up close and rip him like a cold cut
They be talking but they gotta show us
How y'all spinning, but y'all never shoot?
Every time we spin, tryna' hit more then 2
Click-clack, nigga get left on the news
(Grrt, baow baow)
Don't try to front and go out like a fool
Niggas know wassup and they know what we do
Nigga tried to run and got shot out his shoes
Boy, you better duck when I run into you
Nigga, I been clickin'
This ain't nothing new
Pass it off to Kenzo, he know what to do
Like
Fuck the opps, why they all on my dick?
(Like, why?)
They keep saying they looking for Rips
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Shut the fuck up, you ain't looking for shit
Dubskii, Unchii, dead on the strip, like
(Goddamn)
And these opp niggas no competition (Nothing)
They just mad, 'cause they mans went missing
Chase pop out, he tryna to dismiss 'em
How you know I was right there with him?
Tana my cousin, yeah, I know he gon' get 'em
We dropping the 4's while
We looking for victims (Like, what?)
Who that right there? Go get 'em (Go get 'em)
If you up it, then you better hit him
(Better hit 'em) they dissin'
But these niggas never be spinning
Country shootin', got me feeling different
These niggas is mad 'cause
My niggas be winning (Like, why?)
How y'all mad 'cause my
Niggas be winning? Like (Ah)
On the Sev, you flocked it?
Nesty, you pussy, you just need to stop it
How you flockin', but you never dropped shit?
I keep it on me, I ain't wit' the boxin'
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Niggas feds, they be telling
How you gon' label my brother a menace?
(Free bro) like Chess, not Checkers
So y'all better get it together
Free bro, never tellin' did you see how he
(Touch the ground, oh my, God)
Oh, damn, oh, wow
How did it happen? I don't know how
Yus Gz, you a bitch, and ya' clothes
Fake as shit
Shot in your chest, what you did?
(What you did?)
Niggas know you ain't never do shit
(You ain't never do shit)
Move Look got hit in his shit (Like, what?)
And the Blockwork nigga a bitch
D&D, nigga, you ain't do shit
OY-OGz said you a snitch (Like)
Got a Glock and it came with a stick
Beam on the chop, ain't no way I'ma miss
If he trip, he get shot, you know when
He dead when his whole body drop, like
(Like, what?) fuck that, I'm on hots
You ran on Woo Lotti, let that nigga die
Like smoking Yellow, got me high
You talking on JB, now you gotta die, like
Smoking Caine, got me high
If I catch Lil D, he gon'
(Touch the ground, ahh)
He ain't dead, then we spinning around
Dubskii shootin', right out the pound, like
Fuck the Gz, them niggas needa stop
(Niggas needa stop)
They don't do shit when they
Bend on the Flocks
(When they bend on the flocks)
I told cuzzie, "Don't stop 'til he drop"
(Don't stop till he drop)
5th to the sev, we gon' make this shit hot
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
We keep spinning 'til somebody drop
Hop out the V, tryna clear out the block
(Grrah-grrah)
TG with us and he brought the mop
Spot us a Vato and he getting shot
Like, what? Like, how?
Rah Rah, Mexxy (Touch the ground)
I'ma flock, I ain't playing around
Get up real close and I'm laying him down
We up, y'all down
Dubskii, Lotti (Touch the ground, oh my god)
And my 'ooters, they don't play around
Pass us and watch how they boom at the crowd
(Grrah-grrah)
Spinnin' T's, I'm totin' on a pound
Catch Yus Gz, he gon'- (Touch the ground)
Catch a O and leave him on the ground
We stay on court, these niggas out of bounds
Spin the Well, I'm looking for a Hound
Catch Lil' Bookie, he gon'-
(Touch the ground)
I'ma flock this shit, I love the sound
Me and my niggas, we always around, like
Hey ladies, drop it down (Grrah)
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza
(Every opp shot)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer (Ahh)
Hey ladies, drop it down (Everything dead)
Just wanna see you touch the ground
(Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don't be shy girl, go Bananza (Grrah)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
(MB, grrah-grrah)