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Jordan Year
Jdot Breezy
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(Ayy, turn that shit up, Mxtt)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Like, ride with that shit, nigga, fuck like
A rapper this, rapper that
Boy, you gon' get yo ass shot on camera fuckin' with me boy
That's on my motherfucking kid's
Ayy, these niggas tripping
They gon' end up fucking missing cause they playing
I get up with anybody bitch ass nigga, what you saying?
Why my name in bitches mouth when they can't even show a band
Murdaman, he get you hit for a bag and turn up bad
Bitch, any whip I drive fast
Young nigga, I be stunting I just took his bitch that's why he mad
Bitch I'm picky bout my hoes I like them red, brown, and bad
Got all these bands in my pants, the only reason that I sag
I'll send a hit, then lay up with my bitch nigga
Don't come to me with bullshit, I'm getting rich nigga
I ain't got no budget I spend thousands on my fit nigga
You drop a diss, I turn around and make mommas sick nigga
What's unknown ain't for the known
Bitch at home I got the chrome
Paranoid, I'm tweaking bad, my house too big to be alone
Niggas know just what I'm on and what I did was set in stone
Talk about my kids and bitch it's on
(Murder)
Bitch, now each is his own
I'm rolling like a rolling stone, I got that Drac I'm heading home
In my mirror, tryna follow, windows down, you getting blowed
Last nigga that fucking played with me got his soul stole
I got this Rollie on my wrist, we banging, bitch get rolled on
Move right or get left, 30 on me, call it Steph
Dump a 30 in your jersey, shoot a nigga ass to death
Won't put no plastic clips in Glocks
Because when I bang them bitches melt
Bitch, anyway, I got that chop, I'm hopping out and chasing him
Niggas talk but not outside
But get on live and ready to beef
Like they doing this and that
Nigga merch last time you slung that heat
In Atlanta with the straps right now I'm up, bitch come to me
We done fucked you niggas up
The fuck y'all still talkin' about this beef?
I don't even know what car to pick
My bitch just say I'm buying shit
I done fucked up and all this bitch just say is
"Dot a lying bitch"
To tell the truth, right now I'm hot baby a lie if I ain't lit
I know this bitch a freak
She acting shy right now because I ain't hit
Like, name a hat that we ain't got
Niggas mad because Dot on top
Before the rap I done hit shit on feet and hit up niggas cars
That shit capeesh, a nigga play with me, the type that take it far
We soul reap, the northside where I be, I'm tinted riding chop
Fuck you bitch, know you can't stand me
Fuck your block and fuck your mammy
Got it all on my own bitch I'm the one that get shit handled
Look at my diamonds, shit here glisten
They hit the lights, these bitches dancing
My bitch just told me she gonna leave me
I gotta turn to Elvis Presley
Man fuck these niggas man, I got like-
This shit on my fingers, this shit in my pocket
This shit in me, this shit on me
Like I ain't- I ain't none of these bitch ass niggas
You- that nigga gonna die
What? Hmm
Bitch them hits they never planned, all them bitches free-formed
They gonna have to rush his ass, since he wanna be hard
This a brand new chop, I want another soul
It ain't no bodies on this Drac yet, let's lose its V-card
For that hat, bitch a reward
Got bitches in B-more
Boom how that Drac roar, he thought it was a C4
You ain't got no fucking stripes
Hell, you dissing me for?
Draco leave a nigga ass lazy like he Igor