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J3 What J3 Huh J3 STP What dat mean I got sum to prove Da streets taught me how to Move (How to move) Everybody gotta sum to prove (Sum to prove) These niggas ain't real dats true (Dats true) My Jeans $250 they true (Religion) My killas don't leave a clue (Nughuh) Bankroll all 100s they blue (They new) I can put you on da news (Cleveland 5) Dis a srt 392 (Big Hemi) Peep da Versace shoes (I'm drippin) Trillions is what I pursue (Gotta go get it) Ball like LeBron age 22 (Young goat) I'm 22 like polo g (Young goat) Yo girl in love wid me (She obsessed) I'm da one she want to see (She don't fuck witchu) I'm who she want to please You walked in Caught her on her knees (She giving me top) Niggas hate for no reason (No reason) Kick doe my favorite season (Kick yo doe) My kicks they European (They from Italy) My producer from Germany (Shoutout Spancy) I got money currency (I'm wealthy) I'm not broke dats a certainty (I'm not broke) But Yo death I can guarantee (300) By my killa wid a felony (He don't play) Can't let you get ahead me (Hell nah) Especially if you my enemy (You gon get murk) Shoot you in da head like Kennedy (JFK) I'm wid da gang we drink Hennessy (Pour up) I got killas in Tennessee (Shoutout Terry) You know They gon kill fa me (Kill fa me) All eyes on me I feel like pac (Tupac) These hoes birds they like to Flock (Yeah they flock) Y'all ain't street Don't know bout da block You ain't Gangsta You Never held a Glock You ain't gon shoot shit If you see da opps When we see em We shoot up da block (Baw) We gon shoot up da block (Baw) We gon make bodies drop (Baw) We gon knock off his top (Baw) We gon knock off his block (Baw) ARs, Dracos, and Glocks After dat first kill I can't stop (I can't stop) It rain blood in my city It don't stop Remember them late nights Plotting on da opps (Plotting on da opps) If I catch em walking I'm sending out shots (Boom boom boom boom) I'm not Roddy rich My stick not in a box I'm da type to shoot at da cops (Fuck 12) It's free smoke I'm handing out Shots (Bitch) I'm Rolling up opps I'm smoking the dead He was running his mouth Got shot in da head Goofy nigga Shoulda watched what he said His T was all white But I turned it red I looked in his eyes That Nigga was scared He wasn't Gangsta He was tryna pretend Don't Play wid me You gon meet yo end Yo Bitch came over Got fucked with her friend If I fuck her once I can fuck her again 200K I can spend on Benz 2021 got locked in da pen I ain't neva Goin thru dat again My city grimey Turn boys into man Opps see me Run quick as they can Cuz I pop opps Just like a xan I was raised in Cleveland We call it the Land It's no love in da city No helping hand Niggas turn rats When they get on the stand Don't say you a shooter And yo gun jammed I'm copping pounds And You copping grams If you a bad bitch Follow me on da gram It's J3thagod (Bitch)