Song: Touch The Ground
Artist:  Kenzo Balla
Year: 2022
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[Intro: Kenzo Balla]
Grah Grah like
Grah grah like
Every Opp shot, Everything dead

[Verse 1: Kenzo Balla]
Bullets they hit him turn him into dancer
Niggas don't want the smoke they got cancer
If you dissing me then ima blam ya
I don't give a fuck about no cameras
Outside bugging toting on the Hammer
Chrome hearts, Black and White just like a panda
Last opp, got lucky that it jammed up
Other nigga dead, go pick ya mans up
Ima get up close and lay him down, I wanna see that nigga (Touch the Ground)
On my bully looking for a Hound
Bend through the Hill, letting off a couple rounds
Kenzo Balla uping at the crowd
Smoking on country, carrying out the pound
What now, Man down, flocking at niggas cause I love the sound
Bullets go into me, shitting out hallows
Me and my niggas in thе [?] taco
Bend the Loc We looking for thе opps though
They ain't outside take a trip to the Vatos
5z on top we gon' fuck up the spot though
Buddy ain't coming if he can't be chop though
Every time I seen the opps they got low
Cause of him i'm [?] my knock go
All these new opps, who jacking these niggas?
They just dissing we clapping at niggas
Finger itching feening for the trigger
Bitch i'm with [?] we them drillas
Opps pussy them niggas ain't killers
Smoking on Lotti, got poked in his liver
Shit real but this shit can get realer
Niggas is fu, we gon' cook him like dinner
Don't run, Don't trip, don't fall, don't slip
Ima up it and click from my hip
Get right up on him turn him into a spliff
Who click, who spin, who bitch, who big
If it's war this shit'll never end
Im trynna Kill a nigga in [?]
Me and ray gon blist on a opp
2 or 3 chops gon' click on a opps like
Ima flock this shit until he drop
Send shots if that nigga bunny hop
Pussy niggas never bend the block
Niggas got shot and took it on a hop
Moving rock cause the wokks in the spot
Choppas on us we got knoccas on knocks
Big knocca and this shit gotta kick
I could never put trust in a bitch
I can only put trust in my Blick
Hop out trynna hit him in his shit
Lotta' opps gettin tooken off the list
Its a whole lot of opps in my spliff
Its a lot of shots in my grip
How many stupid niggas that got hit like?
[Verse 2: Ray Balla]
Ima keep clicking till he touch the ground
We catch a hit then we fly out of town
Call up kenzo he slide with the pound
Watch [?] up on the crowd
Niggas talk but they never around
Me and my niggas we turning it down
Talk on bro get you shot to the ground
Shoot him again if he making a sound
I be laughing and joking, but all the shooting i'm promoting
If I ain't got the knock ima poke him, fuck that told the G run him over
Pop a perc i hate it when I'm sober
She be feening telling me "come over"
Hit it twice then leave it i'm a loner
When these bullets hit him he a goner
He a Goofy now he getting rolled up
Spin they block we steady doing donuts
Get back nigga what's the hold up?
When a opp see us yeah they froze up
They ain't shooting nigga they ain't throw none
Get up closer rip him like a cold cut
They be talking but they gotta show us
How y'all spinning but y'all never shoot, Every time we spin trynna hit more then 2
Click clack, nigga get left on the news
Don't try to front and go out like a fool
Niggas know wassup and they know what we do
NIgga tried to run and got shot out his shoes
Boy you better duck when I run into you
Nigga I been clicking, this ain't nothing new
Pass it off to Kenzo he know what to do like
[Verse 3: TG Crippy]
Fuck the opps, why they all on my dick
They keep saying they looking for rips
Shut the fuck up you ain't looking for shit
Dubski, Luchi dead on the strip
[?] niggas know competition
They just mad cause they mans went missing
Chase pop out , he trynna to dismiss em'
How you know I was right there with em'
[?] my cousin yeah I know he gon' get em'
He dropping the 4's while we looking for victims
Who that right there go get em'
If you up it then you better hit him
They dissing but these niggas never be spinning
Country shooting , got me feeling different
These niggas is mad cause my niggas be winning
How y'all mad bitch my niggas be winning like
On the Sev, you flocked it? Nesty you pussy you just need to stop it
How you flocked it but you never dropped it
I keep it on me I ain't with the boxing
Niggas feds, they be telling, how you gon' label my brother a menace?
Like chest, not checkers, so y'all better get it together
Free bro, never telling, did you see how (Touch the Ground)
Oh damn, oh well, how did it happen I don't know how
Yus Gz, You a bitch and ya clothes, fake as shit, shot in ya chest
What you did? niggas know you ain't never do shit
MoveLook got hit in his shit, and that Blockwork nigga a bitch
D&D nigga you ain't do shit, OY OGZ said you a snitch
Got a Glock and it came with a stick
Beam on the chop ain't no way ima miss
If he trip, he get shot, you know when he dead when his whole body drop like
Fuck that, i'm on Hots, you ran on Woo Lotti let that nigga die like
Smoking yellow, got me high
You talk on JB now you gotta die like
Smoking Caine, got me high
If I catch Lil D he gon' (Touch the Ground)
He ain't dead then we spinning around
Dubski shooting right out the pound like
[Verse 4: Kenzo Balla, Ray Balla]
Fuck the GZ, them niggas needa stop
They don't do shit when they bending the flock
I told cuzzie don't stop till' he drop
5th to the Sev we gon' make this shit hot
We keep spinning till' somebody drop
Hop out the V trynna clear out the block
TG with us and he brung the mop
Spot us a Vato and he getting shot
Like what, like how, Rah Rah, Mexy (Touch the Ground)
Ima flock I ain't playing around
Get up real close and i'm laying him down
We up, Y'all down , Dubski, Lotti (Touch the Ground)
And my ooters they don't play around
Pass us the [?] watch how they boom at the crowd
Spinning T's i'm totin' on a pound
Catch Yus Gz, he gon' (Touch the Ground)
Catch a O and leave him on the ground
We stay on court, these niggas out of bound
Spin the well i'm looking for the Hound
Catch Lil [?] he gon' (Touch the Ground)
Ima flock this shit I love the sound , me and my niggas we always around like

[Outro: Kenzo Balla, Ray Balla]
Grah, Grah Grah Boom
Every opp shot (MB MB)
Ahh
Grah Grah (Everything Dead)
Grah grah boom (Every opp shot)
Grah, MB, Grah Grah

( Kenzo Balla )
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