Industry Plants
[Intro: Kay Glizz]
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n***a
N***as know what's up, n***a, free my T's, on bro grave
N***as know how the fuck we comin', n***a (58 present the gang)
I'm in the stu' with Benzo
Grrah
[Chorus: Kay Glizz]
N***as made us do it, so we did it
All that shit that they rappin' is fiction
Face shot, he in critical condition
Frontin' on them Troops and now he with the fishes
With this thirty stick, I'm goin' fishin'
Anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
Fly ooters, we need all the chicken
Move with the Makk, but I be on my Rip shit
I can name multiple blocks that ain't with it
They be duckin' they top when we flickin'
Send-Three always standin' on his business
Give it up before you meet this fifth, bitch
And I been on hots for a minute
If he don't slide or provide, he could get it
You could push up if you want, but I'ma keep flockin' and flockin' until this shit finished
[Post-Chorus: Kay Glizz]
And they never do shit to the Troops
Whenever we shoot, n***as always duck shells
Jah Buckzz suckin' gang dick, he was payin' homage when he was in jail
Opposition popped, n***a kickin' Wells
And they steady be duckin' these bells
I'ma take a shell before a n***a tell
Dissin' baby bro, you better wish him well
[Verse 1: Kay Glizz]
N***as always on cop shit
Go get active, let off your knockin'
Whatever they jackin' outside, shit nonsense
They hit the Rock and they drop it
Opp thot tryna get in my pockets
But I can't blow a bag on a thot bitch
Ray Pizz's dickhead flockin'
Thought he was grown when my ooter had popped him
Free Savage and free 6ix, the n***as that blast shit
We come trim every trip, we ain't average
We made to spray, we flip, gymnastics
Bang your ratchet
If you don't, my baby ooters backin
This four-nick leave holes that's massive
Blue slime Troopers really on that bad shit
Up the street tryna catch us a basket
[Chorus: Kay Glizz]
N***as made us do it, so we did it
All that shit that they rappin' is fiction
Face shot, he in critical condition
Frontin' on them Troops and now he with the fishes
With this thirty stick, I'm goin' fishin'
Anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
Fly ooters, we need all the chicken
Move with the Makk, but I be on my Rip shit
I can name multiple blocks that ain't with it
They be duckin' they top when we flickin'
Send-Three always standin' on his business
Give it up before you meet this fifth, bitch
And I been on hots for a minute
If he don't slide or provide, he could get it
You could push up if you want, but I'ma keep flockin' and flockin' until this shit finished
[Post-Chorus: Kay Glizz & Nunnie Da III]
They never do shit to the Troops
Whenever we shoot, n***as always duck shells
Jah Buckzz suckin' gang dick, he was payin' homage when he was in jail
Opposition popped, n***a kickin' Wells (Grrah, grrah)
And they steady be duckin' these bells (Grrah, grrah)
I'ma take a shell before a n***a tell (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Dissin' baby bro, you better wish him well
[Verse 2: Nunnie Da III]
[?], n***a, word to my dead, n***as really gotta do some gettin' back (Grrah, grrah)
Kwah hit the Rock and stopped jackin' Makk
Turned Ape, he keep changin' what he jack (Grrah, grrah)
Buggs should've died, he should be a pack
Drip with me, so I could never lack
KG on T's tryna catch a hat (Grrah, grrah)
Free Savv, they got all my n***as snapped (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Free 6ix, Mr. Up and Let It Blam
If only y'all knew what I knew (Grrah, grrah)
If only y'all knew what we do
Them n***as be dissin', we threw at them too (Grrah, grrah)
We need a basket
I'm tired of all them n***as chattin'
I'm in the Stuy tryna make a package
Humble was suckin' Icees like a faggot (Mori)
41K, I'ma let 'em have it (Mori)
Linkin' with n***as who smokin' on Lay, like, I don't understand (N***a)
Like, how are you jackin' that man?
Jah Woo pussy, they stripped him on cam
Say Say lucky, he saw us and ran
Everybody killer, it's only the fam
PFA know how I get with the tan
Troopers takin' over, Linden be the land, like, grrah
[Chorus: Kay Glizz]
Grrah, n***as made us do it, so we did it
All the shit that they rappin' is fiction
Face shot, he in critical condition
Frontin' on them Troops and now he with the fishes
With this thirty stick, I'm goin' fishin'
Anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
Fly ooters, we need all the chicken
Move with the Makk, but I be on my Rip shit
I can name multiple blocks that ain't with it
They be duckin' they top when we flickin'
Send-Three always standin' on his business
Give it up before you meet this fifth, bitch
And I been on hots for a minute
If he don't slide or provide, he could get it
You could push up if you want, but I'ma keep flockin' and flockin' until this shit finished
[Outro: Kay Glizz]
I'm in the stu' with Benzo
Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n***a
N***as know what's up, n***a, free my T's, on bro grave
N***as know how the fuck we comin', n***a (58 present the gang)
I'm in the stu' with Benzo
Grrah
[Chorus: Kay Glizz]
N***as made us do it, so we did it
All that shit that they rappin' is fiction
Face shot, he in critical condition
Frontin' on them Troops and now he with the fishes
With this thirty stick, I'm goin' fishin'
Anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
Fly ooters, we need all the chicken
Move with the Makk, but I be on my Rip shit
I can name multiple blocks that ain't with it
They be duckin' they top when we flickin'
Send-Three always standin' on his business
Give it up before you meet this fifth, bitch
And I been on hots for a minute
If he don't slide or provide, he could get it
You could push up if you want, but I'ma keep flockin' and flockin' until this shit finished
[Post-Chorus: Kay Glizz]
And they never do shit to the Troops
Whenever we shoot, n***as always duck shells
Jah Buckzz suckin' gang dick, he was payin' homage when he was in jail
Opposition popped, n***a kickin' Wells
And they steady be duckin' these bells
I'ma take a shell before a n***a tell
Dissin' baby bro, you better wish him well
[Verse 1: Kay Glizz]
N***as always on cop shit
Go get active, let off your knockin'
Whatever they jackin' outside, shit nonsense
They hit the Rock and they drop it
Opp thot tryna get in my pockets
But I can't blow a bag on a thot bitch
Ray Pizz's dickhead flockin'
Thought he was grown when my ooter had popped him
Free Savage and free 6ix, the n***as that blast shit
We come trim every trip, we ain't average
We made to spray, we flip, gymnastics
Bang your ratchet
If you don't, my baby ooters backin
This four-nick leave holes that's massive
Blue slime Troopers really on that bad shit
Up the street tryna catch us a basket
[Chorus: Kay Glizz]
N***as made us do it, so we did it
All that shit that they rappin' is fiction
Face shot, he in critical condition
Frontin' on them Troops and now he with the fishes
With this thirty stick, I'm goin' fishin'
Anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
Fly ooters, we need all the chicken
Move with the Makk, but I be on my Rip shit
I can name multiple blocks that ain't with it
They be duckin' they top when we flickin'
Send-Three always standin' on his business
Give it up before you meet this fifth, bitch
And I been on hots for a minute
If he don't slide or provide, he could get it
You could push up if you want, but I'ma keep flockin' and flockin' until this shit finished
[Post-Chorus: Kay Glizz & Nunnie Da III]
They never do shit to the Troops
Whenever we shoot, n***as always duck shells
Jah Buckzz suckin' gang dick, he was payin' homage when he was in jail
Opposition popped, n***a kickin' Wells (Grrah, grrah)
And they steady be duckin' these bells (Grrah, grrah)
I'ma take a shell before a n***a tell (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Dissin' baby bro, you better wish him well
[Verse 2: Nunnie Da III]
[?], n***a, word to my dead, n***as really gotta do some gettin' back (Grrah, grrah)
Kwah hit the Rock and stopped jackin' Makk
Turned Ape, he keep changin' what he jack (Grrah, grrah)
Buggs should've died, he should be a pack
Drip with me, so I could never lack
KG on T's tryna catch a hat (Grrah, grrah)
Free Savv, they got all my n***as snapped (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Free 6ix, Mr. Up and Let It Blam
If only y'all knew what I knew (Grrah, grrah)
If only y'all knew what we do
Them n***as be dissin', we threw at them too (Grrah, grrah)
We need a basket
I'm tired of all them n***as chattin'
I'm in the Stuy tryna make a package
Humble was suckin' Icees like a faggot (Mori)
41K, I'ma let 'em have it (Mori)
Linkin' with n***as who smokin' on Lay, like, I don't understand (N***a)
Like, how are you jackin' that man?
Jah Woo pussy, they stripped him on cam
Say Say lucky, he saw us and ran
Everybody killer, it's only the fam
PFA know how I get with the tan
Troopers takin' over, Linden be the land, like, grrah
[Chorus: Kay Glizz]
Grrah, n***as made us do it, so we did it
All the shit that they rappin' is fiction
Face shot, he in critical condition
Frontin' on them Troops and now he with the fishes
With this thirty stick, I'm goin' fishin'
Anyone spotted, they could get they wig split
Fly ooters, we need all the chicken
Move with the Makk, but I be on my Rip shit
I can name multiple blocks that ain't with it
They be duckin' they top when we flickin'
Send-Three always standin' on his business
Give it up before you meet this fifth, bitch
And I been on hots for a minute
If he don't slide or provide, he could get it
You could push up if you want, but I'ma keep flockin' and flockin' until this shit finished
[Outro: Kay Glizz]
I'm in the stu' with Benzo