Aint Hurd About You Lyrics – Ljay Gzz, KK Spinnin, Kdot KeepClickin

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[Intro: Ljay Gzz]
NoluvJah
Look, Like

[Verse 1: Ljay Gzz]
Like, Lil’ Ljay he a demon, he a different type savage
And when it’s time to creep, we go through blocks and let them have it, like
All he heard was me blasting, like
I fell in love with shooting ratchets
And don’t try to run, ’cause these bullets they gonna catch up
He dead, he got left and them n!ggas ain’t come and connect
Lil’ Notti caught a tech, he was tryna push up for his set
On 140, with a ref, like, I’m tryna shoot s*it, like I’m Steph
With a hat, fu*k a Jet, run up and we making a mess
Show the 9s some respect, like, those my demons, for them, I’ma step
On 160 there’s no rec’, like, but them n!ggas talking on the net
Lil’ Mel hit the jets, like, but that n!gga talking like step
Ty Mel, he a b!tch, like, that n!gga got beat in his ‘jects
Lil’ JJ eating cheese, like, that n!gga rush straight to the feds
Ayo Kdot, who next? Like, I said, “Fu*k it, we out spinning Lex”
Lil’ Ljay, he a demon, he will put you on a casket
And when it’s time to spin and you know this s*it get active
On the 8, smoking deads, like, gotta show lil’ Rah Rah some respect
AJ Wvttz, he got beat, like, lil’ Zy put that boy on his neck
Lil’ Brisk, he got beat and, n!gga, Dee put the scap’ to his head
How the fu*k is y’all smoking my dead? Big OYK, yeah, I said what I said
Ayo, KK, pass me the knock, bend through the Hill, I see them, I’ma flock
On the bros, n!ggas got me on hots, said word to the 9, my members do a lot
All black, ski’ed up, we don’t care ’bout the cops, flick on the beam, tryna see you drop
Like, bend back with the knocks and flock, Kdot keep clicking ’til we see ’em
Like, Kdot Keep Clickin ’til we see ’em—
Like, Kdot Keep Clickin ’til we see ’em drop

[Verse 2: KK Spinnin]
Word to my 9s, just checked them, wrecked ’em
Move out the way, brodie ’boutta deck ’em
Like, we in the paint, n!ggas ’boutta get ’em

If he try to run, hollows gonna wet ’em
Hop out the V, big .40 gon’ stretch ’em
I’m smoking the Key, n!gga, thats the pressure
Flock on Reese, n!gga and he decked ’em
If that was me, n!ggas would have flexed ’em
I started sending, bullets start connecting
Go to an opp, like, cannot stop collecting
His brother got back, he was disrespecting
Then nobody got back, what bro was expecting?
We living that life ’cause we got selected
Bro got the bat on his back and he checking
And there ain’t no rats, n!gga, in my section
We screaming out, “Gz,” n!gga, that’s the gang
Look at that V, start throwing like Dame
If he try to run, then I’m letting it flame
.40 just hit him ’cause he jacking Caine
I’m smoking on Notti, n!gga, that’s the pain
If I catch lil’ DD, I’m letting it rain and I’m smoking on Tank, he got his in his brain

[Verse 3: Kdot KeepClickin]
Aah!
Can’t wait ’till I catch me a OY
Diss on my dead, we gon’ make sure they all die
I’m on they strip, tryna blitz through both sides
Flick at the baddies who ready for war time
Fu*k is a V? I’m troop out on feet
Roscoe, n!gga got beat out his sneaks
Like, spin through the Hill, I’ma bend when it’s dark
There go an opp, put the V up in park
Hop out, then go live on they park
Step on the courts and I’m letting it spark
Then I keep Clicking, won’t stop
Jacking the O, put an O in your top
All smoke on the fifth, his b!tch and your mans froze up when he saw me and bro on the 6
Me and Nunu almost caught us a hit, they was toting on three whole poles, they don’t dump for the 6
Me and bro said, “Come to the strip,” we was screaming out “Raq,” now I know n!ggas better not dip
Lil’ bro died and what did you do? Like, n!gga went in the stu’
Go pick up a G and go boom, like, word to my dead, n!ggas fu