lilbluejay

Got this s**t on lock got me feeling like jay(yea)

talk, but i pull up and pop wit da glock any day

We can box your block wit da k

aim so good

I drop two bodies aday

Playa haters get shot anyway

I got away with it

And take your foreign chicks with it

with what? my money

All this weed I'm feelin

It's time to make a killin

yo girl all on me she just wanna fillin

I just put her on the line and then I get to squeezin

yea/im allergic to yall poor niggas when around yall i be sneezin

Man she don't wanna deal with me

cuz i hit it like this and then leave her in the breezz ya

My little brother looking like this

runnin yo mouth well kill you for da dis

when yo girl pull up at the crib we do more than just kiss

Cause she just wanna feed her p***y

and im always in it for the money

she slow want me to put a ring on her finger

i said no now im a rap star singer

pull up wit my pole and turn dis stick to a death row beamer

yea beamer it kill switch in my mind niggas tryna switch it

got so many nigga on my list cant really be caught slippin

target on my back niggas see me grab they gun they tryna clip it

but i get mine first tryna challenge me Lil nigga I give you my worst

talk bout gang jobs Lil nigga i was 13 when I got my first

yea) didnt have a dad growing up ruthless so i keep my gun on my cup

yea ) never ever slip so no need for a back up story some girls only hit me up if they horny

but i aint stupid i make em pay for me sum one think they tough hit em in the head

make him forget what i said like he dory

threats in the hood im not slow i damn well know they toards me

we keep score on bodies and my glock keeps scoring

i aint trippin last week hit sum nigga named cory

think im capping spraid so bad bullet hole looked like stabbings

yea i own them streats this morning i shot a niggs named pete

he tried to run but my bullets were faster than his feet

hit him head shot walk to his body no movement not even a peep

we movin through ya sreet like sum dirt im the broom you gonna get sweeped

our wrists and necks cold but we bring the heat

My glock is tha juge and im the Jurry

U waz runnin yo mouth thats why yo cousin got put to sleep

Yea .. Yuh

 

Im got hands wit da bread my new rent could pay yo lease

We runnin through ya streets like a disease oh wait Corona virus

Yea bitch you cant get rid of me