Yus Gz – DEAD LOCCS

Yus Gz – DEAD LOCCS Lyrics

Artist: Yus Gz
Song: DEAD LOCCS

Every opp shot
Smokin’ on dead (like how?)
I got a beam on the gun with a drum
Like first one i see b#tch i’m leaving ’em done

Like oh sh#t, like he can’t run
Like no nas in the air now it’s dolo bum
Like jay ripp, that n#gg# dumb
Oyk we gon’ smoke him a ton

Bobby and charlie and saint got bunned
Bobby and charlie and saint got bunned
Like dead locs, on the set
Nas caught one to his head and his chest

When we spinning we looking for {?}
Bobby did bad he went out on the set
Rip rono they didn’t even step
When i get to flockin’ i put ‘еm to rest

Eos, gbg, bdb yes
Like, i ain’t еven gon’ say the rest
Now why you mad? cuz they gone
Bro they got hit and then put in a song

Diddy got shh now they pouring alone
They tryna call him, he ain’t answer his phone
They keep sucking my dick, but i’d lower his tone
Smoking on {?} two to the dome

I get to beat it then fly out the room
b#tch i’m on fifty i stay with my chrome
Smoking mezzy, b#tch i’m deady
Jb confetti, by the deli

I know an opp who got poked in his belly
{?} b#tch i’m toting my smelly (smelly)
She a wetty, blow on her belly
She was just wetter then go to the telly

Like i’m gon’ dump, i don’t care b#tch i’m ready
Ayo melly (ayo melly)
Ayo mell, that’s an opp right there
I know bro gon’ click till he drop right there

Spin through the rail, the cops right there
I know lotti gon’ geek when they flock right there
Ayo seemy{?} you a b#tch
I been with a gun i’m gon’ turn him to rip (rip-y)

300k what i sent to my {?}
How yo mans ran down for hittin’ a b#tch?
Like when i see you i’m boomin’ you b#tch
Bro off a percy, losing his sh#t

But the deuce go good with the sh#t
She feel a way then we boomin’ the b#tch
300k better move with your sh#t
Think you lit? ok, then i’m boomin’ your sh#t

300k better move with your sh#t
Think you lit? ok, then i’m boomin’ your sh#t
Like, ok, kid wanna play
Rule number one, i can’t go out like blake

New opps, me no say
They tried to spin, now look at where he lay
Smokin’ bobby {?} to the face
I bet i could put a flocka in his place

Smokin’ trey, wait i’m late
When jesse got shot he should’ve been a plate{?}
Every opp shot
Nas, grah grah

Every opp shot
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Release Year: 2021