“Drilla Freestyle Opps And Blocks Lyrics” sung by Harlem Spartans ft. MizOrMac & Bis represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Mad About Bars by Bis (Harlem Spartans) & MizOrMac.
Drilla Freestyle Opps And Blocks Lyrics
Love, nah nah we ain’t giving no hoe
I ain’t Romeo and I’ll hold, hold
Bake in the party, chocolate Barbie waiting on me for a yo
Drilla Freestyle Opps And Blocks Full Lyrics
[Verse 1: Bis]
I don’t even know what they’re on
K on the K, they’re fried
I don’t even know where they’re gone, runners
On their block they hide, they already know what we on
Spartans rise, 4 Spartans do bikes, always tryna raid that day
Cut thru opp block they pray that we don’t come their way
2 whips and the driver stay, pull up, skrt things go cray
I’m on pedal bikes where you stay, civilians please don’t get in my way
These tools right here are for fun, trust me we using these stuff
Blood blood spillage again
Free up SuperSav that’s my friend
We got many things on the ends
But our splash game is all ments
And the pigs know what we do
We got many plans for your friends
They Netflixing with bae
We do trapflix in the K
Haxes James Bond on my block
Sudden moves you might get tan
Black Prince Baby, HS boy now I’ve grown up as a Kennington man
You come to the barbecue
300 Spartans der soon land
Ayy peng 1’s, Hey deadtingK, back b in the back
[Verse 2: MizOrMac]
Ayy Bis, tell them I’m Harlem O
Harlem Only, Kennington baby, star in the hood we blow
Aydee do snow in O, Biscy do green like grove
Sparta we push things in smoke
Love, nah nah we ain’t giving no hoe
I ain’t Romeo and I’ll hold, hold
Bake in the party, chocolate Barbie waiting on me for a yo
In the back is Jo, I’m riding shotgun, the drivers unknown
2 wheels, 2 men, 1 skeng pon ped lets see who gets home
Skeet skeet skeet skeet
See man run like I ain’t involved
My main b^^ch is my flick
My side b^^ch is my stick
SA, with that black blade, you hear 1 flick and get dipped
Blood drip off the dip dip, it’s a splash ting when we grip
It’s Harlem b^^ch, Spartans looking all Harlem ish
HS gaza strip, splash splash like Kanye and Kim
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[Verse 1: Drilla]
Say I wouldn’t diss no more, I lied, too many done opps died
N^^gas keep mentioning Yarmel name
And none of these n^^gas been sliding
We don’t pay these goofys no attention
You know we doing them rappers
Be outside yo’ house with my mattress
Don’t leave ’til your brain get splatted
Thirty got hit with the thirty, TWhy got hit in his head
Caught Waldo making the status, left him on Calumet dead
I guess BD Ray thought I was sweet, he died from shots on the leg
You know I can’t forget D-Money, they left him at the parklot dead
That s^^t bе crazy, Dead Opps got you n^^ga’s attention
Most of that s^^t weak not to mention
Lil Reese got shot in the neck, I can’t listen
What is you saying? Why is you whispering?
Drilla ain’t do it, why is you dissing?
I say what I want, I bet you gon’ listen
Dead Opps was weak, but I bet they still listen, b^^ch
Got some other s^^t to talk about
But I don’t even gon’ talk about it, we just spin their blocks
You know we tryna chalk it out, got a thirty tryna hawk you down
I’ve been tryna be cool with these labels calling out
A lot of b^^ches want come around
They know I’m a hot n^^ga so the opps calling around
They tryna see when I’m coming around, I ain’t stupid, b^^ch
We the one come slide, we’ll gun you down
We all got Glocks with a lot of rounds
I don’t need no sound, make a lot of sounds
I would mentioning some names but we’ll gun you down
Don’t need no investigating ’cause I was some where celebrating
Heard he got shot in his top, free Meditat
Now his whole hood devastated
Y and ’em flaming yo’ homie right now
F^^k ’em, they a^^es dead
We got Glocks .45 and 40’s and 9’s
We pop out at yo’ a^^, you dead
N^^ga pop out the cut on me
He had me freezed but his a^^ was scared
If it at the other way around
You would be on the sidewalk tryna live, stupid
[Verse 2: GRayski]
These n^^gas been dissing and hiding
Know that’s the main reason y’all dying
I was toting that .45
If you don’t got a stick, you can’t get in my ride
That b^^ch want me, say she like my vibe
Told that lil’ b^^ch I’m one of a kind
Got his lo’, now we sitting outside, might creep through the back
I might come through the side
Curryo head was big, that’s why his s^^t got popped
And TWhy couldn’t take all those shots
They say he got caught trying to talk to a bop
And I ain’t gon’ talk about Draco
They know why his a^^ got dropped
They in internet woofing and be in them keyboards
But they never posted on the block
Now, let’s talk about Nuski
Target ain’t do nothing but make him a target
Hop out the whip and discharge it
Keep shooters with me, when we walk up, we sparking it
Nah, we don’t leave no witness ’cause n^^gas b^^ches
Glocks got a extended, whip it’s tinted, I can’t be a victim
Can’t f^^k with that b^^ch if she f^^k with them n^^gas
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