Lyrics Organic - Jay Bel

You niggas outta ya mind
I drop that real shit one at a time
You with that fake shit take it inside you bogus mother fuckers
Aye i pop like lemon and lime
You niggas snakes see you bending ya spine
My bitch tell me I'ma do it
So I do it like I'm pitching for Nike
Her warm like berry to wine
Let's soak these mother fuckers
I play it like a player
However you want
Whatever you can't how you ain't play it
The game plan is fall back to come back with a couple quarter seconds left
I make that motherfucker all net
Then I look at you with a long stare
To show niggas you don't belong here
There ain't no motherfuckin weapons left
When you test the kids spirit watch me represent
Youll never win should let you hold ya breath
I'll leave a muthafucka hopping like he Vogue & step
Still don't step to me

So just be honest with me bitch nigga
You don't want grind, you want the benefits but
I'm bout organics so I'm growing while you sitting going bad I think i been zooming
And that's the way I keep that shit moving
Every day I smoke that marijuana
If you hear you this hear that murder calling
I'm bout organics so I'm growing give no fucks bout what you been doing
I keep that shit moving

You niggas out of ya mind
I drop that real shit one at a time
Because I know these butches waiting for it
These niggas always bumping and they listening to all of my shit
But yet they steady low-key hate me for it
It's funny how I keep it going