Текст песни Wonder Wes and Jayrad-Boy (feat. Lox) - Jayrad

They ain't in my business, if they tryna diss I know they trippin
Hoe, I'm in the house, I'm well protected, opps gon' need some switches
When I'm on the road, replace the 17 with an extension
We got pints to pour, I got some shit I'm tryna fix, don't mention
Brought it up to Bro, he told me not to fall up off my pivot
We not slippin' though, it's icy out, put chains on all my members
Got a problem, I'm too humble, rather spend it on my people
If they cant move the whole hundred, then we not considered equal

Man, what? We ain't equal, I'm too lethal
I'm gon' side with my 5'7, that bitch eat you
Put you up like a church steeple
Always slidin' for my people When it go down, I get evil,
Bitch its up When I see you, I'ma leave you where I seent you
D.O.A., bitch, we K.O.S., ain't no talkin' now
Hit the button, dump a 50 clip, now you bleedin' out
Gang, with me, we be makin' serves, never seen a drought
Even in the summertime, I got my fuckin' heater out

They got them heaters out, we gon' bring them heaters out
Comin' through and swerve him, bet that choppa knock his speakers out
Where's all that speakin' now? Ain't out Twitter beefin' now
Brain up on the curb, mama cryin' cause you leakin' out
Ain't shit to speak about, all the bands, I seek them out
Bagging up some bales that Hercules aroma Seepin' Out
I'm in their speakers now, my uncle with the preacher now
Every day he pray cause we both know I might not make it out

They ain't gon' make it out, yeah, we known to lay shit down
Chop gave a hundred rounds, bitch, we known to air shit out
We finna run you down, yeah, we into chases now
The lawer paid, retainer good, we beat our cases now
All the opps some bitches, yeah, they be some mini-me's
Me and Bronem slidin' with them Glock's out the infinity
Shootin' bullets out the sunroof, no, there ain't no hoe in me
I changed, I ain't the older me, so watch how you approachin' me
If I'm goin' hard up in the streets, I got my bros with me
Them poles in reach, I got a 17, but bust that 43
I remember back in school, them people used to down on me
But now I ain't trippin', every week I make they salary
Baggin up some bales, expensive gas, this shit is in my blood
I'ma hit the button on the Glock, I ain't gon' show no love
This bitch said she need me, got me rollin', I'm just tryin' to fuck
If I broke your heart, lil' baby, sorry, but I been a thug