41 CYPHER - Kyle Richh/Jay Gelato.mp3

41 CYPHER - Kyle Richh/Jay Gelato.mp3
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kyle Ric...
[00:00.000] 作词 : Kyle Richh
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Kyle Richh
[00:00.000]41 - 41 Cypher
[00:00.104][Intro: Kyle Richh & Diana Ross]
[00:00.170]Am I really hard to please?
[00:03.018]Perhaps I have such special needs
[00:09.604]I wondered what was wrong with me
[00:13.176]My friends all fall so easily
[00:14.435](AyoSam)
[00:14.958]Grrah
[00:15.794][Verse 1: Kyle Richh]
[00:15.838]Wh-Why he runnin'? I ain’t even click, like
[00:17.691]I put the beam on his hip
[00:18.945]That bich a thot, she gon' fvck off a spliff, like
[00:20.704]She gon' switch on her friend for some d!ck, what?
[00:22.551]Up it and blow, if I spot me a flex that’s on bro I'ma throw
[00:24.817]Benny got hit, he got beat with the pole
[00:26.112]I'ma spin on my dolo, no time for the shows, like, what?
[00:28.686]She neaky, she nasty
[00:30.023]Legs in the spot and they yellin' out, "Cathy"
[00:31.862]Can't run, been spin the addy
[00:33.150]I don't do internet shows, don't at me
[00:34.979]He got stained, he was tryna be flashy
[00:36.554]Sheik got the V, too tact, can't catch me
[00:38.309]And these n!ggas don't got enough bread, like
[00:39.925]Caught a shot to the chest, need a med, like
[00:41.427]Lil' n!gga, I'm smokin' ya dead
[00:42.932]He tried to run, caught a shot to the head, like
[00:44.698]Heard enough, give a fvck what he said
[00:46.212]He movin' wock, he get put on a bed, like
[00:47.968]She don't like when I call her a leg
[00:49.221]Thumb in her butt, pinnin' sh!t to the backboard
[00:51.035]She a liar, that bich is a backdoor
[00:52.566]That bich a thot, like, grrah, grrah, grrah
[00:54.321]And these n!ggas go on live in they room, like, they not outside for real
[00:57.486]Backdoor when it's time for the drill
[00:58.490]We gon' empty the block, give a fvck how you feel
[01:00.564]H-Hunnid dash, I'm a geek on the wheel
[01:02.158]Gun jam up, he get beat with the steel
[01:03.996]See a opp, I'ma flame, fvck a deal
[01:04.848][Verse 2: Jerry West & Tata]
[01:05.448]When I click, brodie told me to chill
[01:06.952]I will not stop 'til I reach me a mil'
[01:08.465]Reload my gun when it's time for the drill (Grrah-grrah)
[01:10.219]Then I aim at your top for the kill (Grrah-grrah)
[01:11.815]Shots to the head, call that boy Little Bill
[01:13.570]Brady the clip 'cause I shoot from the field
[01:14.907]Reload my gun when it's time for the drill (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
[01:16.420]Dotty a dummy, he died from a pill
[01:18.229]EBK, I don't care how you feel
[01:20.014]Keep a beam on the scope, never duck
[01:21.274]Ace Dotty dead 'cause he ran out of luck (Grrah-grrah)
[01:22.861]F-F-Fvck a Flexo, I'm turnin' sh!t up
[01:24.397]Middleton blick on my hip, never run
[01:26.174]I just dump 'til he dead on the floor
[01:27.695]Reload my bullets with Christian Dior (Christian Dior)
[01:29.451]When I shoot I don't use double hands
[01:30.977]Free all my n!ggas that's stuck in the can (Free all my n!ggas)
[01:32.984]Don't run, I got smoke in the air
[01:34.089]Pass me the L, when I smoke it don't clear (Shh)
[01:35.937]I'm a demon, not livin' in fear
[01:37.275]That n!gga got shot and got left in that chair (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
[01:39.040]Shoot at four quarters, I'm makin' it square (What?)
[01:40.546]Fvckin' his bich and I don't really care (Grrah-grrah, what?)
[01:42.053]Twenty-four shots when I'm lettin' it flare
[01:43.387][Verse 3: Tata]
[01:43.888]Twenty-four shots when I up, I don't care, bich (Everything dead)
[01:45.700]Everything deady, I'm ready (Grrah-grrah, what?)
[01:47.054]Ootin' at n!ggas, I ain't showin' sympathy (Grrah)
[01:48.643]Big 41, gang and 'em ready (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[01:49.925]Might call up the members to slide with artillery (Slide with artillery)
[01:51.715]She wanna be with me, she cannot get with me (Bich)
[01:53.470]N!ggas talkin', but he is a kid to me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[01:55.229]Hit 'em up, watch his body move jittery
[01:56.355]Everything dead, n!ggas cannot get rid of me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[01:58.118]Brodie move sturdy, I pass 'em a perky (What?)
[01:59.876]She a freak, goin' dumb off the yerky, huh
[02:01.631]Yeah, they be talkin' 'bout how they be ballin' on court, don't get shot out your jersey (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[02:04.644]Stay with Jackie 'cause she an essential (She an essential)
[02:06.215]Big chop, clip longer than pencil
[02:07.518]Grrah, grrah (Grrah), like Dee said, I don't need to go deep, I go doley and bend through
[02:10.819]Wanna meet Jesus? Bullets gon' send you (Grrah-grrah)
[02:12.354]Everything dead, don't make me end you (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[02:14.181]I got the knock, I'm throwin' ten (What? Grrah-grrah)
[02:15.686]I call up Dee and I bet he throw ten too (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[02:17.192]Me and Jenn two-deep and we might spin through (Skrrt)
[02:19.000]Movin' funny, we flock at your crew (Grrah-grrah)
[02:20.546]And I'm really outside, I'm not hidin' from you (Grrah-grrah)
[02:21.800]If you fvck with that n!gga then die with him too (Bich)
[02:23.555][Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
[02:24.058]Me and Tata two deep in the V (Gang-gang-gang)
[02:25.059]When we spinnin' ya block, we gon' flock out the window (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[02:26.910]I dropped power, I felt like Matilda (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[02:28.234]No time for the games, ain't no time for nintendo (Gang, gang, gang)
[02:30.515]And these hallows gon' make you so sleepy (Carter)
[02:31.620]I got a silencer, I gotta tip-toe (Grrt-grrt, baow)
[02:33.399]And these n!gga be duckin' they hidin' (Gang-gang-gang)
[02:34.701]They dodgin' these bullets like they playin' limbo (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[02:36.549]She a thot, I make the seat hot (Gang-gang-gang)
[02:38.100]Bullets is scorchin', might knock off his tree-top (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
[02:39.621]Beat up the pvssy, they say I could beat box (Grrah-grrah)
[02:41.384]N!ggas duckin' the smoke, detox (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[02:43.189]Every time I'm on court they be hidin' (Gang-gang-gang)
[02:44.454]Shot in your foot, now you Megan Thee Stallion (Grrah-grrah)
[02:46.261]C Dot stay in the field, he be wildin'
[02:47.798]Shot in the leg, now he losin' his balance (Now you Megan The—, gang)
[02:49.358]Jerry said, "Keep a beam on the blick" (What?)
[02:50.946]Feel like I'm Harden, I shoot, I don't miss (What? Gang)
[02:52.702]That boy runnin', get turned to a spliff (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[02:54.211]Loadin' the clip and I aim for his lip (Grrah-grrah)
[02:55.969]Lil' thotty, she all on my d!ck (Grrah-grrah)
[02:57.245]Don't know her name, but her pvssy legit (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[02:59.256]And, no, I cannot tweak for a bich (Grrt)
[03:00.518]41 the movement, you cannot commit (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:01.271][Verse 5: Dee Billz & Jay Gelato]
[03:02.023]And that .45 send six, like (Like, what?)
[03:03.870]Head-crack if I click it (Boom-boom-boom)
[03:04.876]Why he runnin'? The beam on the knocker
[03:06.480]Jay tote Will, I brought Smith &' (Like)
[03:08.234]Dead spliff, sh!t bust like pasta (Gang)
[03:09.991]Rude boy, ma raised a shotta (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:11.495]She eat it up like pasta, but she ain't gettin' nada (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:14.565]And that knock on my hip so I walk with a lean (Walk with a lean)
[03:16.909]Wanna cuff, I'm like, "What do you mean?" (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
[03:18.163]O in his back, he got hit with the beam (Like)
[03:20.018]She gon' shake it and throw it on me, like (Treesha)
[03:21.273]Two-step when I walk in the spot (Two-step)
[03:22.868]Ooter on go, he not talkin' a lot (On bro)
[03:24.723]Get low, we gon' bend on the cops (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
[03:25.977]Told bro, "Chill," he be bendin' a lot (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:27.800]Get cold, Jay pass me the heater (Like, grrah)
[03:29.382]Not performin', you sit on the bleachers (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:30.930]Spin through, sent him to the Reaper (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:32.445]Drop that window, grrah, grrah, grrah (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:34.452]Get cold, Jay pass me the heater (Like)
[03:35.979]Not performin', you sit on the bleachers (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:37.331]Spin through, sent him to the Reaper (Gang-gang-gang)
[03:38.836]Drop that window, grrah, grrah, grrah (Gang-gang-gang, gang-gang-gang)
[03:40.089]Like
[03:40.654][Verse 6: Jay Gelato]
[03:40.904]How you runnin'? The knock got a beam
[03:41.993]Chop Promethazine, make 'em lean (Dougie)
[03:43.789]They scream, "Action," when we on the scene
[03:45.051]Chopper rip his pants (Grrah), fold him by the seam (Grrah-grrah)
[03:46.826]Like, Lato the Bravo, the hottest
[03:48.586]N!ggas know that 41 be the topic (Like)
[03:50.122]Boy, want no problems with me, watch him drop it (Damn)
[03:51.634]Bullets'll probably plug a n!gga socket, damn (Like, what?)
[03:53.423]If I'm lurkin' then I'm tryna score (Like, what?)
[03:54.990]Gang is with me, they ready for war
[03:56.558]Boy don't move hot and get sent to the lord (Like)
[03:58.095]Keep I-T with me, I'm sendin' out four (Grrah)
[04:00.134]Like, I'm for the violence and gore (Like, what?)
[04:01.441]We keep clickin' 'til that n!gga gone
[04:02.947]Are you ready, n!gga, are you sure? (Are you what?)
[04:04.548]Hit that body-ody to the floor, like (Goddamn)
[04:06.305]If I got to, n!gga, I'ma end it (Like, what?)
[04:07.858]Send the addy, I'ma clear the distance (Goddamn)
[04:09.639]N!ggas talkin' knowin' that I'm with it (What's up with it?)
[04:11.041]Keep on startin' with me, I'ma finish (Grrah-grrah)
[04:12.848]Tryna see 'em go (Like)
[04:13.933]Call up bro, I know he do the most (Goddamn)
[04:15.438]Probably burn 'em, turn 'em into toast, like (Goddamn)
[04:17.445]It was never close, like (Like, damn)
[04:18.463][Verse 7: FMB Savo & Tata]
[04:18.965]I've been itchin' to pull out the sitch
[04:20.575]AK a demon, I know he gon' blitz
[04:22.424]Swear everything dead, watch him lift
[04:23.674]Spin it again if the first hollows miss
[04:25.737]And these n!ggas don't know what I do
[04:26.990]Politicians, only there for the news
[04:28.751]But a n!gga got nothin' to lose
[04:30.038]Put up ya mans, I got somethin' to prove
[04:31.818]Look, if Jerry spot 'em, he gon run (What?)
[04:33.404]Jenn keep clickin', roll him for the lung (Grrah-grrah)
[04:35.158]KR always dumpin' 'til it's done
[04:36.454]Dee on point, shooter number one (Grrah-grrah, boom, n!gga)
[04:40.802][Outro: Tata]
[04:41.647]41 gang, the ****in' gang
[04:43.944]Y'all n!ggas know the vibes
[04:45.038]Everything dead
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