83rd Oota lyrics

[Intro: Day Ryer & Nay Benz]
Free Naz, know what the f*ck goin' on
You know what the f*ck goin' on, man
This vid is 100K, n*gga
Like, Lotti
Free the S, man
Aaah!
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah-grrah, look

[Chorus: Day Ryer & Nay Benz]
Post on the T, b*tch, I'm droppin' Hatz (Die Jets)
They be lyin', cappin' in they raps
Me and the Dyke shootin' back-to-back (Back-to-back)
Two chops, livin' what we rap
Shootin' from deep, what the f*ck is that? (Aaah)
Get up close, he won't make it back
AJ was swervin', now he in the grass (AJ)

[Verse 1: Day Ryer & Nay Benz]
No cap, slidin' wit' the Makk
48 gang, hoppin' out the back (MB-MB)
All black, all they see is straps
Turn on the beam, now he runnin' laps
I'm a demon, I don't gotta act
f*ck all the rappin', tryna catch a pack (On bro)
Sendin' them shots? But, they comin' back
Big ass knock, put it on my-
Grrah-grrah-grrah
BG got shot, he ain't gettin' back
Clippa got shot, he ain't gettin' back
Omi was lackin', now he in a pack, grrah (Omi), grrah
83rd b*tch, put it on the map
Shootin' for Smelly, n*ggas know the facts
Chase down gang, lеave him on his back
Grrah, grrah
How is you dissin'? You ain't got no strap
Double G pus*y, they don't lеt it clap (Get back)
One shot gang, Krimz up in a pack (Die 4z)
Grrah, grrah
Shootin' for smelly, n*ggas know that (YG-K, Drilly-K, Every Opp Shot)
Chase Down Gang, leave him on the- (Omi)
And it's still, "Free the S"
Free all my n*ggas, really causing wreck
Poppin' out the cut, squeezin' on that TEC (Free gang), like
pus*y got shot in his chest
Runnin'? He Woo, we gon' leave him streched
Smokin' on pops while his block stressed (Drilly-K)
Smokin' on his (Aaah), while his blo- (Smokin' on his)
Grrah
83rd
[Verse 2: Nay Benz]
If we spin through the block, yeah, we empty the clip
3 got hit, 4 was able to dip
Creep up, we get him, hit 'em wit' like 6
Don't get clapped tryna hop out and blitz
Sugar, Gun Hill, tryna catch me a pack (Tryna catch me pack)
Yeah, they know where I'm at (SB)
Me and Nay 2 deep on a drill (SB)
Tryna up it and flame it, send shots to his back
We on the Grizz tryna blitz on the Makk (On the Makk)
Yeah, they know how I act
4 chops when we spin through the Ville
If he jackin', "What's Gunnin'?" he better move tact
If he jack 0-2-5th, we gon' do him like Nick (Nicky)
If he jack Drilly gang, I'ma click it and click
Pole jam up? He get slapped wit' the stick
b*tch, I'm too neaky, I can't take no flick
If he try to run up, he gon' hear this kickback (Kickback)
n*ggas be pus*y, they really be sitback (Sitback)
Pick up a gun, come spin, come get back
On different timin', ain't time for the chit-chat
R.I.P. Nazzy, for you I'ma sin (R.I.P. Naz)
Lost crodie, we was supposed to win
Now I gotta make this bag
Gotta send some shots for the n*ggas that's stuck in the pen
[Chorus: Day Ryer & Nay Benz]
Post on the T, b*tch, I'm droppin' Hatz
They be lyin', cappin' in they raps
Me and the Dyke shootin' back-to-back
Two chops, livin' what we rap
Shootin' from deep, what the f*ck is that?
Get up close, he won't make it back (Aaah)
AJ was swervin', now he in the grass
Catch Say Drilly, we gon-

[Outro: Nay Benz]
Catch that n*gga we gon' do him bad, word to my deads, n*gga
83rd, no Lz
Run up, hit wit' the shells, grrah-grrah

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