Lyrics Freestyle - JayyBandxz

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(Gang gang)

I said I pour that red in a styrofoam cup
I'm fucked up send a hit and bro fucking 'em up
Tried to pay for Jayy feat, but that shit wan' enough
Try to slide on the block and we flipping that truck
I came straight out the mud, but one time I got stuck
The ski mask for the hits down to leave his ass slump (On gang)
Pockets Peter no fuck it (Aye) my shit Sherman Clump
The (Aye) Beretta on deck at the store (Aye)(Word) with the pump

So we slide on the opps send a hit we start jacking and robbing (Skirt)
No kizzy, boy, go get a wallet
I know I'm the hottest, gotta grind know tomorrow ain't promised
If you diss, you get blicked if I'm honest (Boom boom) let's switch up the topic
New white McQueens what I'm rocking
The opps claiming sets, but we dropping
V-Lone when I'm shopping (Yea) opp in my flick and (Word) cropping
No pimple, you pass it, I'm poppin', light it up like I'm Stockton
Thirty-three on when I'm Pippin in the field catching play Rashard Higgins (Bitch)
Boa' don't get it twisted, remember that shit bout conviction
That moment when niggas went missing, they (Dumbass) ass got evicted (Gang)
I just sent lil 'Rome on a mission he came back cause he got it finished
And blicks got replenished he out on a drill again spinning (Man go spin that block cuh')
Like messages shots steady sending now (Boom) they in our mentions

Y'all (gang) stay in that internet beef we don't talk, niggas not tryin' to speak
Boy, you know where I be say I stay on a posted up like AD (Yea)
Either jail or get beat in these streets gotta stay on yo' feet
Get real cold in this bitch bring a heat
Wake 'em up since these lil' niggas sleep, what the fuck niggas think
Off the NyQuil, you know what I drink
Like Dasani, I drip (Yea) like a sink off of (Yea) lean or codeine

I can merch a few things on my mama how-niggas-switch up for the dolla's
That money a problem no soda can't wait 'til I pop 'em
These hoes only here for the drama I run shit like Obama
I call it send Zay like osama
Get on it for gualla can't stop 'em like (Let's go) he hit the lotta'
Run up and reach for it Zay drop 'em
Gang up the glock (Bow) then he shot (Bow bow) 'em word

Straight to the feds never gon rat if they hear this song don't even know what I said
Lately been juiced of the meds we ain't shooting no legs
Hit his neck the next one for his head we can't wait till he dead (Gang)
Naw, foreal caught him slipping no kizzy on bro, put a check on yo' head (Ahaha)
Two-two-three cut his dreads (Dumbass) send a threat, it's a bet
Otn we gon' slide we 'ont play about that
(On gang aye)(We 'ont play about that on gang 223 you already knowin)