Lyrics Kenzo Balla – Touch The Ground

Touch The Ground Lyrics – Kenzo Balla

Singer: Kenzo Balla
Title: Touch The Ground

Grah grah like
Grah grah like
Every opp shot, everything dead
Bullets they hit him turn him into dancer

n#gg#s don’t want the smoke they got cancer
If you dissing me then ima blam ya
I don’t give a f#ck 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 n#gg# dead, go pick ya mans up
Ima get up close and lay him down, i wanna see that n#gg# (touch the ground)

On my bully looking for a hound
Bend through the hill, letting off a couple rounds
Smoking on country, carrying out the pound
What now, man down, flocking at n#gg#s cause i love the sound

Bullets go into me, sh#tting out hallows
Me and my n#gg#s 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’ f#ck 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 n#gg#s?
They just dissing we clapping at n#gg#s
Finger itching feening for the trigger
b#tch i’m with {?} we them drillas

Opps p#ss# them n#gg#s ain’t killers
Smoking on lotti, got poked in his liver
sh#t real but this sh#t can get realer
n#gg#s 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 b#tch, who big

If it’s war this shit’ll never end
Im trynna kill a n#gg# in {?}
Me and ray gon blist on a opp
2 or 3 chops gon’ click on a opps like

Ima flock this sh#t until he drop
Send shots if that n#gg# bunny hop
p#ss# n#gg#s never bend the block
n#gg#s 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 sh#t gotta kick
I could never put trust in a b#tch

I can only put trust in my blick
Hop out trynna hit him in his sh#t
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 n#gg#s that got hit like?
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
n#gg#s talk but they never around
Me and my n#gg#s 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, f#ck 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 n#gg# what’s the hold up?
When a opp see us yeah they froze up

They ain’t shooting n#gg# 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, n#gg# get left on the news
Don’t try to front and go out like a fool
n#gg#s know wassup and they know what we do
n#gg# tried to run and got shot out his shoes

Boy you better duck when i run into you
n#gg# i been clicking, this ain’t nothing new
Pass it off to kenzo he know what to do like
f#ck the opps, why they all on my dick

They keep saying they looking for rips
Shut the f#ck up you ain’t looking for sh#t
Dubski, luchi dead on the strip
{?} n#gg#s 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 n#gg#s never be spinning

Country shooting , got me feeling different
These n#gg#s is mad cause my n#gg#s be winning
How y’all mad b#tch my n#gg#s be winning like
On the sev, you flocked it? nesty you p#ss# 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
n#gg#s 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 b#tch and ya clothes, fake as sh#t, shot in ya chest
What you did? n#gg#s know you ain’t never do sh#t

Movelook got hit in his sh#t, and that blockwork n#gg# a b#tch
D&d n#gg# you ain’t do sh#t, 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
f#ck that, i’m on hots, you ran on woo lotti let that n#gg# 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

f#ck the gz, them n#gg#s needa stop
They don’t do sh#t when they bending the flock
I told cuzzie don’t stop till’ he drop
5th to the sev we gon’ make this sh#t 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 n#gg#s out of bound
Spin the well i’m looking for the hound
Catch lil {?} he gon’ (touch the ground)

Ima flock this sh#t i love the sound , me and my n#gg#s we always around like
Grah, grah grah boom
Every opp shot (mb mb)
Ahh

Grah grah (everything dead)
Grah grah boom (every opp shot)
Grah, mb, grah grah
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