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Ayy cut the music off, everybody shut the fuck up, nigga My nigga lost his phone bruh, who got that shit? Nigga everybody get to empty they pockets nigga, for real This is Jay P Bangz music Go to war for you if I love you Gotta score for you and a double, I just wanna see you bubble 'Nough said wrote across the knuckles Hundred ball in the duffel, organize the nickel bundles Ain't no doubt about it, got the nickel on us Bust her out blood, I think the people on us They forever geekin' on us Favorite uncle turned tweaker on us Pimp partner bitch bad, he been tryna keep it from us Keep it a hundred, I'm a hundred, I'ma keep it that You can always have the hoes, pimpin' need a pack Hell Gang Mozzy, fuck you, you don't believe in that Threw a half a dime in the crowd like I ain't needed that Gripped up, Casanova told 'em keep a strap We was droppin' thirty on 'em with no feedback Yeah, tryna cook a nigga's noodles Why you hidin' blood? We gettin' tired of lookin' for you poodles My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up Ayy check this out real fast, I'm finna take you on a ride Six Flags, if you don't die you better have a shit-bag It's murder where I lived at And you ain't even heard of, where you been at? Strip a nigga, you can't get your shit back My feet planted ten flat Been on this type of shit before I did rap The only difference now, I got a big bag Niggas shot at me and missed, we actin' like they did that Karma play God tonight and take one of they nigs back, big facts If I ain't got it on me, my lil' brodie gon' shoot Fuck a group, it's only a driver and maybe two Who is you? You ain't grow up hangin' with the Ru's Niggas knew, I don't fuck with suckers and niggas who do That's on the Ru's Head-shotter, murder all of my problems Free Shotta, doin' twelve in the pen, you know I got him On my mama, I got you the same way that you got me Lil brodie bounce out of the pen, caught a body nigga My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up If I say it's love, better know it be unconditional Brother to the end, even after we leave the physical If I say I got you, I got you, nothin' additional Play with that, we out catchin' bodies like it's traditional Play the block like Jordan and Pippen if you ain't close to us Only code we speakin' is loyalty for the both of us Me and mine, we go against anything that's opposing us We don't fuck with niggas, these niggas out here be hoes to us Fuck 'em, we pull up, shake 'em, and dust 'em down Radiate 'em, we fill 'em, drain 'em, and flush 'em down Bet I clean up whatever, you go to touchin' mine Play with anything, like a Rollie, homie we bust it down If you gotta go then nigga I gotta go too Right or wrong, that shit don't matter, I'm ridin' with you If it's time to up the business, I'm slidin' with you Bond jumpin', disappear, shit I'm hidin' with you My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up My brudda, my brudda, brudda, my brudda Call me and I'm comin' with cutters, we come to cut up Headshot, get your lil' hairdo done up You ain't got no top-ranked resume, nigga shut up
Writer(s): Frazier Thompson, Timothy Patterson, Jay Bangz, Marcel Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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