Lyrics Facts (feat. YGM2x) - Da Real Jay Money

Been chasing that bag since I was a youngen
They diss on the net, but ain't making no money
At first I broke, I made nothing to something
At first I was bumping, but now my Shit jumping

Put trust in a glock before trusting a hoe
I'm sliding with bop and we upping the score
Just know what you doing, before asking for smoke
Ion fuck with them niggas, you know how it go

20 Some shots when I pop out the cut
I tell them get down before I say hut
You speak on my name now I'm asking you what
Put a tag on his toe yeah I got that boy touched

He was dissing on me but can't speak from a grave
Can't talk to the boss it's to late to get saved
I spit on that bitch like a muddafucking slave
Get hit in yo head yo shit turned to a fade

Ak-47 hit em dead in his shit
I don't speak on my oppz but lil Chris he a bitch
A fuck boy keep playing, he get rolled in a mix
.5 In a wood as big as it get

I'm just like a drum, beat deep in yo shit
Last nigga that played he got hit like a bitch
I'm just like a snake I creep in yo shit
Ian not big 30 bitch but I keep me a stick gang