Lee Drilly - Free Spazz

★ intro ★:
Gang, gang, gang, gang
It’s that lee drilly nigga
94gz no gz like these you hurd, we jack bz, we jack bigger bz, drop my shit we gon let it squeeze
Drilly

★ chorus ★:
Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
Let alone what i do to they strip
Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
Let alone what i do to they strip


★ verse one ★:
Drilly gang, we know that we bunny hop
Bussin’ moves with my jets then i drilly bop
Hide your kids and your wife when we in the spot
Got a blick on my hip, e got the glock
Niggas known in the streets cause we up dem chops
Niggas die for this shit it could never stop
Ain’t wanna do this but niggas keep suckin cock
So it’s time that i fucked up the streets for ya’ll

★ verse two ★:
That’s an os in the spot, courtlandt
We jus spin and they die, extortion
See a baby i bet i abort it, no chop, no ❲?❳ but i’m still gon force it
Jiggyman was a hidden informant, i heard yellow was makk and b-diddy was ballin’
Zay say he slapped me, nigga lost it, the day i
Get slapped, ❲?❳ bdot stop ballin’
★ verse three ★:
Back out chop on their spot, spot em
Get to throwin’ at opps, got em
Make the news but it ain’t no problem
Bail with a paid lawyer, jail ain’t no option
Run down on the opps but they cop it
Don’t give a fuck cause i’m still gon flock it
Feel like harden, thirteen in this rocket
But these niggas run when i reach in that pocket

★ chorus ★:
Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
Let alone what i do to they strip

Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
Let alone what i do to they strip
★ verse four ★:
So now my fingers get flipped like a quarter
I’m the reason your mutha’ said stay off the corner
Love the hustle like i’m porter
How you ain’t safe goin’ on a store run?
Spot me an opp, you know he a goner
Boomin’ for boomer, now scorin’ for scorer
❲?❳
Scene was a mess, they call law & order

★ verse five ★:
❲?❳
I walk to the store, totin’ on a ❲?❳
Case a nigga try, he gon get it all
I ain’t sayin’ nuttin’, i jus let it off
See right through the rap, nigga really soft
Oh he lost his mind, put in on the floor
Niggas 20 plus, jumpin’ off the porch
Catch noluv, show no remorse

★ verse six ★:
And he talk about shake like nation
Free mb, know bro gon shake em
Big knocks on my hip, get to flamin’
Glock got range so i don’t need to chase em
Put a hole in his back like he tatum
Got 40 shots so i don’t gonna to aim it
You a bitch if you wrote that statement
Don’t care who it is, know we still gon fade em

★ verse seven ★:
If i see an opp, ima let it go
.44, my hand should’ve left your soul
Bullets ricocheting, niggas gettin’ low
Talkin’ on dummy, niggas gotta go
Know it was litty, we’re screamin’ out yo
Oh i want this bitch, she ain’t sayin’ no
Movin’ like brady, all i know is throw
Tell jaydee stop raping these hoes

★ chorus ★:
Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
Let alone what i do to they strip

Do a hit out then reach for the whip
Like talk on the bros so you know that it’s lit
Free spazz, still packin’ opps out the crib
Tryna smoke a hot ones in this shit
Opps dead, how more up could it get?
They ain’t pree, we was spinnin’ in tints
Niggas talkin’ bout i ain’t touch a crip
Let alone what i do to they strip

one of the most lyrical drillys ever and has one of the best flows in the ygz lee drilly