Top Songs By Kenzoh Ballah
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Grrah
AR, AR, AR
Grrah-grrah boom
EMRLD
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Yo Eli what the fuck is poppin'?
Grrah, MB, MB
Drip, drip, drip
Fifth to the Sev, pop out, it get active
If he moving wocky, we gon pack him
Hollows hit 'em, make him do a backflip
He tryna get a feature then I'm taxin'
On the Fifty 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 rake
And no we ain't shootin' from deep?
Get up close, wе gon put him to sleep
Opps pussy, they be duckin' heat
Big ass chop knock him off his feet
Off thе perky, masked up tryna creep
He keep dissin' can't wait till we meet
I'ma 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 I'on fuck wit Hatz
Bitch I was thirteen totin' on a 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
Word on my fives they never got clapped
I'ma look for the Gz n the O's
EBK and that's just how it go
And these lil niggas talkin' on bro
So when you see me better have your pole
Zombie tips gon' lift a nigga soul
Niggas be snitchin' fuckin up the code
How you jackin' that nigga? He told
If he jackin' the opps then its 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' none, them niggas plates
Like what, cause we ain't with the nonsense
Spin the lam, I'm lookin for a target
If I spot a Jet then I'ma park him
These lil niggas don't know what they started
Fifth to the sev, DOA we heartless
I'm the wokk, I'ma get it regardless
I'm a demon I'm just bein' honest
Chop on my lap then you gotta pay homage
In the V I'm spinnin' wit chaser
Smokin dead niggas out the paper
Couple opps got smoked like vapors
No you can't run causes this Glock got a laser
Filled with anger
So just hope you dont run into me
Cuz you know I'ma 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 Fifty's, bitch we too official
I'm off the drugs and I'm clutching my pistol
Think you hot and I'm comin' to get you
N we hittin' whoever is with you
Bullets get to flyin' like its missiles
He gon die when it rip thru his tissues
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Grrah-grrah boom
Every opp shot
Everything dead
MB, MB
Drench, drench
Grrah, grrah-grrah
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