Snizzy(7th) - Dun Talkin G-mix lyrics

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Snizzy(7th) - Dun Talkin G-mix lyrics

(Snizzy) You better run for cover your a new born baby Go s** your mudda you ain't gun walking Your a p**y on your block got the spinner in my hand If I pull it then your f**ed zim zimma Whose got the sweets for the spinner p**y boy talking like he's squezzing the trigger Me dun talk headshot for a n***a Points getting scored CB that's my driller Why you talking about guns that you ain't got My n***as pull up and spray shots Get round that's your whole blocked taped off I know you n***as heard about that shhh Can't diss Sniz you must want to lose your life We ain't taking now chance so we shooting on sight When corn starts flying everybody step aside In the dance I got booters to my left and to my right (Prezzy) Stop your jam talking none of you n***as are gun barking Guns out that a blood bath ting He don't raps he bludclarts sing (Ehh sana sana) He's a singing like he's on darggs Cause them singing on their own darggs, all this gun talkin You ain't gun clapping, you a singing you ain't gun active You made a name from gun rapping Over here that's gun chatting over here we gun slapping [Video of 7th in opp ends] When I pull up that's a flash and a bang Mans talking how he banged it on man Tell man how I banged that man He banged I banged he ran (Niro) Bullies of the borough summer 16 every ting gon shell up Huh and I ain't down with no talking My dragg Prezzy gonna slap it until it's broken Bare money no problems jump out have man hoping gardens Touch Wiz touch Sniz we'll be waring Bare corn skrt skrt then we corn him Na na na na n***as get slapped around the corners What the f** I'm a boss not a worker 12 bills when I step when I roll up I got a thing for these bad b's f**ed her and her friends I'm f**ries Trust me I said trust me 5 bills on his head for a monkey (R1) Them boy talking like they love waring Broad day bootings and we are not touring Their getting shot and they are still talking How they dun talkin hot line Keep the sticks on the block warming Trapping ain't dead kitties still calling Should of rid for his friend he got let crawling I send orders and I take calls in Zim zimma in a bimmer that was me and my jiggas Keep my trust in the spinner Shotty wanna ride with the drillers Get eye with the trappers Welcome to my block that's a madness (Gaza) Step in looking like a fraud star Like big battys and just fast car Little n***a your the snitch of the year How dare you put you gun fingers in the air (Gaza)