Текст песни ShouldaCouldaWoulda - Jayyb

Yea yea
(Ayyyy)
Ayyy
This JayyB
Let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it
Let's get it

When it come to this music
You know I'm the man
I'm here to breakdown what u can't understand
Jus like the remote
I go on demand
You know imma blow like a play for a band
All in my zone
I'm all in my mode
Whenever I kill I don't need a motive
Mention my name Fuck nigga it's over
Don't play games but keep a controller
Nah I'm jus messing around
I be flexin
But if you think imma pussy come test me
Read his autopsy like it was message
I passed everybody don't ask me no questions
Niggas be hating I see from afar
Watchin they actions ah' show who they are
I keep on rappin
Classic after classic
I make it look easy but swear that it's hard
Shoot for the stars till' I hit the moon
Has been my tradition like jumpin the broom
Fuck everybody lately been a mood
I'm Tryna get out of it cuz' it ain't cool
Like a new camera I only focus
Lyrically spooky I go hocus pocus
Putting fear in the heart of my opponent
So if you think you want you don't want it
I be going crazy
On the daily
Everyday
Day to day
I'm a jus
Play these records till' I'm paid
If you a
Goofy please stay away
In this chapter we not on the same page
You already know when I'm booth
JayyB gonna do what he pose' to do
Make sure that it's silent when a nigga move
You fuck with the crew we come after you

Shoulda coulda woulda but never did it
Too high to come down so it might take a minute
I'm pushin my limit
Takeoff like a mission
Im with it
You with it
Lets get it
Lets get it
Shoulda coulda woulda but never did it
Too high to come down so it might take a minute
I'm pushin my limit
Takeoff like a mission
Im with it
You with it
Lets get it
Lets get it

Takin you higher and higher
I'm dope like a spoon to a lighter
You know I'm on fire
And I am no liar
I Carrey this cannon but I'm not Mariah
Being this cold got me feeling Frozone
So high up that I'm breaking thru the O-zone
Thinkng you too tough that'll get u stoled on
Niggas getting left like numbers in a old phone
How I rhyme should be a crime
When I write it's divine yet so sublime
If you put on a front u stay behind
Either kill or be killed
And you ain't survive
We gon' wet up his shirt like it's tie die
Now yo family telling you bye-bye
Getting strong off the green
Popeye
Then I pass it like magic
Keep the music blasting whenever I'm spazzing
We catch em' in traffic like red lights
Dress him up for his casket dead nice
Lyrics stay in yo head like great advice
I be all in yo house like a lead pipe
On the mic
I'm easily layin lines
That it feel like a dunk in a layup line
Mix the crime with Chicago mind states
Then you losing yo life in this state of mine
I'm all about stackin residuals
I am no typical individual
I'm the realest illest skipping doctor visits
I be dropping shit just like the pigeons do
Mess with me and it's bound to get physical
Killer writer let me show what this pen can do
Putting in work I ain't talking no 10-2
Straight bars nigga that's what I'm giving you

Shoulda coulda woulda but never did it
Too high to come down so it might take a min
I'm pushin my limits
Takeoff like a mission
Im with it
You with it
Lets get it
Lets get it
Shudda coulda wudda but never did it
Too high to come down so it might take a min
I'm pushin my limits
Takeoff like a mission
Im with it
You with it
Lets get it
Lets get it