NyDrill FREESTYLE

By Kay Glizz

Released on May 3, 2024

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[Intro]

(Ayo, Fritz, you engineered this?)

Frrah, frrah

Frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah

Like Troopers troop, nigga

Troopers, Troopers

Frrah, frrah

It's up with niggas that I was locked in with, that's how this shit go now

They got guns, them shits is just for show now

I get the lo' on that block, it get blown down

If I don't got my—

But it's tucked, you could—

Grrah, grrah

Grrah, grrah

Look


[Chorus]

It's up with niggas that I was locked in with, that's how this shit go now

They got guns, them shits is just for show now

I get the lo' on that block, it get blown down

If I don't got my bang, I'ma throw down

But it's tucked, you could pick how it go down

Stack bread, gotta hold the bros down

Troopers the one who troopin' through the whole town

And I'm beggin' for niggas to push up

'Cause this G26 gon' speak for me

I can't trust a nigga, I'll burn him

The back door open, I gotta keep heat with me

If I die, who gon' be six feet with me?

You ain't break bread, you cannot eat with me

It's just me and my G in these streets with me

Love Nunnie Bop 'cause I know he gon' geek with me


[Verse]

I don't care if we locked in for ten years, you're never gonna disrespect me

The shit that I did for this shit, you can't test me

You play with my rank in this shit, it get messy

Grrah, Ray Take head got me deady

They must've forgot that homie caught that leggy

Kick me a bank, I do not want a freshy

It's same-day sauce, I need it to be ready

Slide and provide, I say it again, somebody gon' go bye

Everyone don't gotta hop in the ride, but whoever don't gotta do otherwise

Drilla, we at your crib, come outside

You put baby boy in the track, now you high, pussy?

I be outside all the time

You lookin' for me, I'm never hard to find, you know that

This shit real in the field, we can't go back

Tryna flick where my used-to-be bros be at

I was baffled when brodie had told me that

He heard big bro— shh, eatin' Colby Jack

And the piece tryna leave a big homie flat

Opp thot on my bop tryna tote the gat

But she gotta let glah-glah blow her back

Frrah, frrah, frrah

Fuck Shamel, we smokin' on his chest

Jay Savv think he hot, he gon' be next

In the Ville, it ain't never no wreck

Only Tilden, we go over there to test knocks

Tryna figure out who got the best knocks

Hopefully a Dizzy get headpopped

Too much Poppa, Nook got my chest hot

Humble wanna mention us, let's glide


[Chorus]

It's up with niggas that I was locked in with, that's how this shit go now

They got guns, them shits is just for show now

I get the lo' on that block, it get blown down

If I don't got my bang, I'ma throw down

But it's tucked, you could pick how it go down

Stack bread, gotta hold the bros down

Troopers the one who troopin' through the whole town

And I'm beggin' for niggas to push up

'Cause this G26 gon' speak for me

I can't trust a nigga, I'll burn him

The back door open, I gotta keep heat with me

If I die, who gon' be six feet with me?

You ain't break bread, you cannot eat with me

It's just me and my G in these streets with me

Gotta love Nunnie, I know he gon' geek with me


[Outro]

Grrah, grrah

Suck my dick, nigga

Free the fuckin' Troops

Everything shot down, nigga