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Ayo Jarii, that shit goes too crazy That shit goes too crazy, Jarii Let's get it Ayy Gang (ayy, ayy, gang) You ain't never slid up on a block, you ain't catch a body (pussy) I was sellin' pounds in the trenches, feedin' everybody (I did) Zoowop wanna catch a homi' (he do) Niggas tryna plot around me (they do) You must be high, you off a Molly? Take his face, they cannot stop me (boom, boom) Foenem thirsty, catch a body (gang, gang) Body, body, body, body (body, boom, boom) Fuck a truce, ain't no sorry (yeah, gang) Routin' hunnids in the 'Rari Bullets hot just like a sauna (they hot) I am innocent, your honor (I am) I was taught to keep it on the low and never tell nobody (shh) You be cappin', where you at? Explorer page, internet He know that I'ma get him next (boom) Take his face, hit the net (grrah) I be with the killers' killer killers Do you understand me? (I do) Shootin' at the crib and at your opps Do you love your family? See 'em loafin', that's a free throw Run it up with my lil' 'migos I was hustlin', duckin' people Sixteen sixes on the Regal Don't get me mad 'cause I get evil (I do) It get dirty, we not equal Fuck 'em up and make 'em sorry We real niggas, not no artists You ain't never slid up on a block, you ain't catch a body (pussy) I was sellin' pounds in the trenches, feedin' everybody (I did) Zoowop wanna catch a homi' (he do) Niggas tryna plot around me (they do) You must be high, you off a Molly? Take his face, they cannot stop me (boom, boom) Foenem thirsty, catch a body (gang, gang) Body, body, body, body (body, boom, boom) Fuck a truce, ain't no sorry (yeah, gang) Routin' hunnids in the 'Rari Bullets hot just like a sauna (they hot) I am innocent, your honor (I am) (ayy, blrrrd, blrrrd) I was taught to keep it on the low and never tell nobody (shh) 7.62s flyin' and Shiesty down to pop out, I'm hittin' everybody (blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) And I can tell you never shook nobody (nope) They know we known for murders and robberies Take one call, I make Doodie Lo pull up with school buses and Wock', Wock' (ayy) And when you book CG, we showin' up (showin' up) Count the backend before we run up (yeah, yeah) Ain't no searchin' me, I ain't tuckin' shit (Nope), I got this bitch right in my pocket (blrrrd) Got them choppers out, I play it dangerous, one up top, I ain't gotta cock it (pussy) Some demons dripped in Palm Angels, Striker truck, new Maserati And you would think these members bang the five, never fold, they gon' keep it solid, blrrrd You ain't never slid up on a block (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd) You ain't catch a body (blrrrd, blrrrd-blrrrd) I was sellin' pounds in the trenches, feedin' everybody (I did, blrrrd, blrrrd) Zoowop wanna catch a homi' (he do) Niggas tryna plot around me (they do) You must be high, you off a Molly? Take his face, they cannot stop me (boom, boom) Foenem thirsty, catch a body (gang, gang) Body, body, body, body (body, boom, boom) Fuck a truce, ain't no sorry (yeah, gang) Routin' hunnids in the 'Rari Bullets hot just like a sauna (they hot) I am innocent, your honor (I am) I was taught to keep it on the low and never tell nobody (shh, ayy)
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, David Cortez Jr Saulsberry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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