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letra de typical black boy shit - jj osama

yeah, i woke up this morning and put on my fit
on some typical white boy sh-t
khakis and white socks, black kicks
i ain’t sleep in fourteen hundred mins
tan, cos, it’s a sin, i was up all night studyin’ trig’
took my exam and said bye to my clique
i wonder if mr. smith knows i’m lit?
i wonder if mr. t knows that i keep a stick?
in my pencil case, i got a grip
keep it on me even when i p-ss
head on a swivel like moms with their kids
yes, i keep it on me while i’m p-ssin’
one in the head in case my opps dissin’
if i have a bad day and i’m missin’, got some extra ammunition
got a carti on my wrist, got a rollie on my left
i got friends that’ll switch, i’m just waitin’ ’til they step, step
i got a tec in a tech, haha, so don’t make me upset
you just losin’ money in the street
dice, cards, you can’t bet on yourself
i just want the money, give a— about the fame
wasn’t with me in the rain, then she cannot be my main
i don’t like her attitude, she do it for her gang
i’m married to the game, only hundreds in my— grrah

they like, “jay, you cap in your rap”
how you know what i did?
slide through the t’s and i’m yellin’ out, “p–p gz,” i really rap what i did
if he cap about buyin’ a feature, i load up his balance and switch out his sim
yes, i know i’m a kid, yes
but tell me i’m cappin’, i’m poppin’ your lid
they say jay’s a industry plant, haha, are you dumb or you high?
3.14159265 guns, be ready to die
i just bodied a beat while recitin’ pi, your life is a lie
try to set me up on a hit with a chick, hyuh, i’m cuttin’ that line

goodbye
grrah-grrah
i’m not a cop, i’m not a cop-cop-cop
’bout time they know who runs this sh-t, grrah
gang-gang-gang

i will never lie again (ooh, ooh, grrah, grrah, like)
(oi, bullo)
’cause you’ll always be my friend (yo, tj, you will always be)
i will never lie again (ooh, ooh, grrah, grrah)
’cause you’ll always be my friend (you will always be)
like
now that i’m up, i can say that i’m famous (on bro)
hit the yams when i go on vacation (like)
fly out the bros, if i love you, you sanctioned
shorty a stripper, she love how i spank it
in the club, all my juggers feelin’ like the matrix (on bro)
i’m a superstar, f-ck is you thinkin’? like (d-mn)
(grrah, i’m a superstar, f-ck is you thinkin’?)
we all on the block, b-tches shakin’ they ass (they ass)
she said, “jay, yeah, do it like that”
we all gettin’ lit, got the casa’ and henny (grrah)
when the b-tches off that, it get heavy
slide in the maybach, swervin’ (swerve)
in a passenger, shorty gettin’ nervous (grrah)
told her be easy, might cop her a birkin (i might)
don’t you think? yeah, i’m workin’ (oh, i’m workin’)

all my bad b-tches to the right (to the—)
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left (on bro)
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step (step)
she said, “jay, you do it the best,” like
all my bad b-tches to the right (right, like)
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step (d-mn)
she said, “jay, you do it the best”, like (ayy, ayy)

wait, no, i do it the best (grrah)
he like the way that i fit in this dress (grrah)
he wanna l!ck on the tats on my neck (yeah)
he want the kitty, i’m makin’ him beg (uh)
i get bread
b-tches mad, give a f-ck what they sayin’, like
big trendsetter, you know i’m his favorite
he ate my ass, why the f-ck would you claim ’em?
aviani diamonds, look like it’s rainin’ (it’s rainin’)
like d-mn (like d-mn)
i like when my n-gga chase me
l!ckin’ his fingers, he said that it’s tasty
see-through dress and it look like i’m naked (look like i’m naked)
diamonds on my fingers, thought i was taken
i got cash money, b-tch, i feel like i’m baby (b-tch, i’m baby)
yeah, uh, all this cash on me, i feel like i’m baby
all my bad b-tches to the right
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step
she said, “jay, you do it the best,” like
all my bad b-tches to the right (to the—)
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left (on bro)
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step (like, step)
she said, “jay, you do it the best” (the best)

gettin’ money so fast, i’m feelin’ like baby (on bro)
got no time for n-ggas movin’ shady
know couple n-ggas ain’t believe
now i walk in the spot and i’m leavin’ with three
and you know i’m screamin’, “free 83” (free 83)
still stuck on a rock, i know we on bt
free quan, free 30, free keem
and it’s r.i.p. notti, for him i’ma squeeze, grrah
they say i be thuggin’ a lot (grrah)
yeah, they say i be buggin’ a lot (grrah, grrah, grrah)
remember them times we was shakin’ a block
me and notti on hots tryna catch us a opp (baow, baow)
told her be easy, might cop her a birkin (like)
don’t you think, yeah i’m workin’
i’m a superstar, f-ck is you—
i’m a superstar, f-ck is you thinkin’?

all my bad b-tches to the right (on bro)
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left (on bro)
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step (step)
she said, “jay, you do it the best,” like
all my bad b-tches to the right (right)
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left (to my left)
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step
she said, “jay, you do it the best,” like (on bro)
all my bad b-tches to the right (right)
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left (to my left)
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step (step)
she said, “jay, you do it the best,” like (let’s play)
all my bad b-tches to the right
like, all my gangster n-ggas to my left
do my lil’ dance, she love how i step
she said, “jay, you do it the best” (they
ayy, she said, “jay, you do it the best” (best)
grrah, she said “jay, you do” (ayy, grrah)
said, “jay, you do it the best” (best), d-mn

(yo tj, what you cooking up?)
grrah, gang-gang-gang
like, y’all know what’s goin’ on man
oy or no y
grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah

you my baby, for you, i’ma end em’ (grrah)
40s and 9s, i bet we gon stretch em’ (grrah-grrah, boom)
good hair, good body, good face
the way you be lookin’, just makes my day (grrah)
lightskin shorty, she made a parade
all eyes on her but she on the way (grrah, like, grrah)
all eyes on her but she on the way

yo notti, throw-throw-throw, we catch a yg then we gotta blow (then we gotta blow)
so me, i’ma take that throne
f-ck d, he ain’t coming home
if he do, then we taking his life
word to my o, i’ma up that pipe
sevsidek, i’m smoking on right
tell them n-ggas, “get back”, ’cause i know they hype
yo e with the dot creep, creep
tryna put a flocka right to sleep
everything dead if he yell, “doa” (doak)
watch him run, i’ma pick up the pace
i’ma get so close, i’ma take off his face (grrah-grrah, boom)
like, i’ma get so close, i’ma take off his face (grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
hop in the v go kuu’, call up jj, he throwin’ like two (two kicks)
free movelook and free at, when they home, yeah, i know they gon’ geek (free those guys)
and i’m still smoking all deads, if you want red, then come to my side (grrah-grrah, boom, everything dead)
and i’m just dropping yg and sevside, ’cause they talk on they guys

now let’s talk on the facts (ahh)
c-hii dead and he stuck in a pack
smoking on rippy, got shots to his back (rippy)
and we up on the score, we smoke matt sav (grrah-grrah, boom)
2wook, yeah, i know that they mad
f-ck that, i’ma youngin, i’m toting this grip
if he try to run up, i’ma bl!ck (lil tay with me, he toting a grip)
and you know this sh-t no joke
try to run up and you know i’ma throw (grrah-grrah, boom)
can’t go out, like, bad, like (shh)
n-gga got hit, how the f-ck he survive? (matt sav)
smoking (shh) that boy in the sky
lil tay with me and you know he won’t let up (grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah boom)
catch a opp, shoot him through the sweater
i can’t wait til’ i catch me a gunna (drilly shot)
spin through the 8, they be ducking for cover
ask how much times they done seen me this summer (80k)
bend through the two and we bed through the nick
can’t forget, lil’ (shh), got hit (d-mn)
smoking on matt, this sh-t got a kick
everything dead, yeah, i’m upping this bl!ck (grrah-grrah, boom)
glah, glah
everything dead, yeah, i’m upping this bl!ck

you my baby, for you, i’ma end em’
40s and 9s, i bet we gon stretch em’ (stretch em’)
good hair, good body, good face
the way you be lookin’, just makes my day
darkskin shorty, she made a parade
all eyes on her but she on the way (grrah-grrah)
all eyes on her but on the way

b-tch
51 dead opps ain’t no sh-t
bdk, man
f-ck them n-ggas

my n-ggas doing drills, you know it
she steady calling my phone, i ignore it
need a new b-tch ’cause this one boring
but she suck me up ’til i’m snoring
’til then, i’ma keep hitting blocks
riding a steamer tryna catch me a opp
i could do it by myself ’cause these n-ggas cops
they get in that room, they gon’ hear it from the top

but you know i’m on the block all day
come get served tryna catch every play
i really slide through the six every day
really for lil marc, think about him every day
f-ck it, finna get disrespectful
i hit you my right one, montana hit you with the left too
bob-o, wish they would’ve came and got you
bet l’a wish he ain’t walk out the back, too

lil boo got hit on the drive, was he fixing on the car?
his head was on the tire, right?
raheem got hit on the five
there’s one, no, it’s golden gun to die
bet nuski wish he left the ride
faheem tried to walk to the bus
ran on the porch
they fired his ass up
rell rell ran through the field, they lined his ass up
yo’ ass ain’t gettin’ up

and i’ll dive into crash, real too
and pluto talkin’ ’bout that j-money dude (skrrt) boom
black got hit with the choppa
we call that mo’f-cker “dead noodle knocka”
gudda k!lled hisself, he ain’t make it to the doctor
stello tried to pull off, them bullets was faster, yeah, yeah
didn’t millie get hit on the .9?
i don’t really know his ass as long as he died
lil dell got hit on the .9 but he was on the east side, yeah

chino got hit on stony
they hit him in his stomach since he was hungry
quint got o’d, then they hit tony
why they called him doe boy? you ain’t getting no money, yeah, yeah
lil rob got hit on the four
left him on normal leakin’ on the floor
wop got hit, they ain’t retaliate, they hoes
went to the grave and p-ssed on o
smoking on molly, you already know
i’ma roll up leako, add him on sto

roll up tizzy, his ass had to go
baldy got k!lled, they was crying like hoes, b-tch
stank got hit on the seven, early in the morning, sent him to heaven
smoking on karl, he died from cancer
obn was sick so we sent them a present
and nunu got hit on a hit
n-gga, f-ck toon, he got hit in his sh-t
roc was on the 5 but he got all six
juju a goofy, he died on a l!ck, yeah

a’row died in a store, trigga did too
nuk got k!lled by his bro
was baldy r-t-rded? he look real slow
big moe picked a side so we gave him a sto
and we droppin’ ls for lil moe
fredo was too high, he wasn’t ready to go
shout out to the gds, f-ck chrismoe
shout out to the gds, f-ck chrismoe

t-roy, he died with his two ex
don’t get welch’d, we ain’t forget about that
when i’m ot, i’m smoking on yak
trixx are for kids so i eat apple jacks
the fans od’d, they gon’ die about that
f-ck lil steve, send ya bro where you at
f-ck tayski, i don’t know him either
but he die y, so i’m glad he finished, yeah

shaq got hit on the brick
d-thang too, did hk really try to shoot?
n-gga f-ck sheroid, heard yo’ homie ain’t shoot
f-ck 79th, full of flat-head dudes
i don’t know what to say about whitey
been in the stu’ too long writing
this 51 dead opps, hope i don’t get indicted
b-tch!

f-ck yo’ homie, he dead
f-ck yo’ homie, he dead
f-ck yo’ homie, he dead
most of they ass got hit in the head
f-ck yo’ homie, he dead
f-ck yo’ homie, he dead
f-ck yo’ homie, he dead
most of they ass got hit in the head, b-tch

on foenem
if you want me, come get me
it’s nothing to get up with me
i move that semi

i’m on the road-road-road
always on go-go-go (graah, everything for tay)
i’m feelin’ low-low-low (you know what the f-ck goin’ on)
pour a four-four-four (graah-graah)
bye, yeah (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
they had a special place in my heart
so i tried fixing them while they were breakin’ me
i learned the hard way, but i don’t do it no more thankfully
turned to a beast when notti died, i told ’em, “wait and see”
i wasn’t posed to make it this far
i’m talkin’ racially, so this sh-t feels make believe
i wish lil’ tay woulda stuck with me in the streets
i ain’t ever parked a v and i’ve been on the charts for weeks
i had a vision no one seen, not even my family (not even my family)
music is savin’ me, but i know it could end fatally (painfully)
so i keep that .40 on my side
ain’t no one tamin’ me (i’ma pray for me)
i wasn’t perfect as a kid, but i still ate my greens
i started workin’ in the crib while my friends were smokin’ weed
i started doing good and got more enemies
i keep my face up off the net when i be in the streets
i know my boys got my back, but when it comes to totin’ straps
hope they don’t run when the bullets gotta handle me
ah, every opp shot
graah, mabu (graah)
graah, mabu (like)
graah, every opp shot, like
graah, gang-gang-gang, gang
gang-gang-gang, like
ayo, mabu, throw (boom)
when we bend through the opps, get low
i said, “jay, we clutchin’ the cane or the pole?”
red light, green beam, hang out, throw
for lil’ tay, i’m flockin’
catch a opp, put his life turn timeless
totin’ the .30, i ain’t totin’ a rocket (brrt)
ddot with me for the n-ggas that’s plottin’, graah
dead opps all in my blunt
b-tch is a munch and she ate it for fun (on bro)
b-tch, i’m that n-gga that do what i want
bend that ass over and wind on my gun
yeah, he died one time on the earth (graah)
now he died two times (times)
put the beam to the blunt
i don’t even smoke but feel him in my lungs
jay got left, mabu got right (right)
just know i still smoke rite (d-mn, d-mn)
like, graah, graah, just know i smoke rite (d-mn)
i ain’t goin’ out without a fight (facts)
i got diamonds on me, shed the light (the light)
your b-tch callin’ jay to get piped, while i’m callin jay for the pipe
and if brodie get stuck in a slammer (the slammer)
mabu gon’ help beat the case (facts)
i’m a lawyer, i always got answers (answers)
f-ckin’ b-tches on the first date (d-mn)
i got b-tches on me, alabama, i keep one in every other state (state)
b-tch, i feel i great
d-mn, every opp shot, n-gga
suck my d-ck, like
graah-graah, gang-gang-gang

know true love ain’t easy, ain’t easy (grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
and girl, i know it’s you ’cause you complete me (grrah, suck my d-ck, suck my d-ck)
and i just don’t want you leavin’ (it’s that notti n-gga)
even though i give you reasons (5ive music) (oy, oy)
(i miss you my [?])
’cause baby sometimes

[chorus: notti osama]
they like, “notti, keep rappin’, you different”
they said, “stay out the streets” but i wouldn’t-
you was droppin’ my o, you went missin’
tell momma i got it, yeah, i’m movin’ different
swear to god, edai sh-t, gettin’ better
i know dd, he riding forever
if i call up mel, he gon’ slide wit’ barretta
got a .30, that’s under my sweater

[verse 1: notti osama]
big dd demon, just spin any weather
got a baddie who shake on the bl!ck
he tried to run but these bullets to quick
like, b-tch, i’m the devil who taking that trip
dd nervous ’cause he taking that risk
ddot the [?] really buggin’ that whip
they like, “notti be buggin’ tryna make a spliff”
try to run up, on bro, you get hit

on the block wit’ the knock in my pocket
shorty, she shake it, she love how i rock it
like a pocket-rocket to your noggin’
gotti gon’ hit you and it ain’t no stoppin’
lil’ opp thot suckin’ me up
dolo got booked, sh-t f-ckin’ me up
dd told me, “mel, just chill”
we gon’ catch him when we on a drill
i’m a demon when i’m in the field
2-wook, yeah, that’s how i feel
kdot be runnin’ away
don’t run up, get shot ya’ face
since the third, i was lookin’ for kay
i spot ’em, i got ’em, punch him in his face
(grrah, grrah, i spot ’em, i got ’em, punch him in his face)

they like, “, keep rappin’, you different”
they said, “stay out the streets” but i wouldn’t-
you was droppin’ my o, you went missin’
tell mama i got it, yeah, i’m movin’ different
swear to god, edai sh-t, gettin’ better
i know jay, he riding forever
if i call up mel, he gon’ slide wit’ barretta
got a .30, that’s under my sweater
i can tell just by your faces this part of us been gone for so long
and i know there’s no replacing what we had going on for so long
but when it hurts, i can make it better
girl, if it works, it’s gone be forever
we been through the worst, made it through the weather
our problems and the pain (pain)

thats a fact baby bro you was different
you was one of a kind we know you was gifted
i told mama i got it we good
flockin for lil tay im [?]

f-ck that im gonna boom it
talkin on lil tay you know ima gonna lose it
ayo jay thats my brother ay you know that we ride for eachother

tay, lil yoyo, me, chase down, gang
hoppin out the v
b-tch we them demons that come in 3
remeber the days we was smoking on [?]

miss tay all this sh-t hurt
no hesitation im uppin it first
ayo tay you in my heart
love don’t change it get cold in the dark

they like, “tay, keep rappin’, you different”
they said, “stay out the streets” but i wouldn’t-
you was droppin’ my o, you went missin’
tell mama i got it, yeah, i’m movin’ different
swear to god, edai sh-t, gettin’ better
i know jay, he riding forever
if i call up mel, he gon’ slide wit’ barretta
got a .30, that’s under my sweater
i can tell just by your faces this part of us been gone for so long
and i know there’s no replacing what we had going on for so long
but when it hurts, i can make it better
girl, if it works, it’s gone be forever
we been through the worst, made it through the weather
our problems and the pain (pain)

elvis
grrah, like, what?
every opp shot
osama sh-t, n-gga, gang
grrah, grrah
stop tryna—, like, what?
like, oyo—, like, oyo—
grrah, grrah-grrah, boom

better without you, just me and my chrome
i’m like, “baby just leave me alone” (grrah-grrah, d-mn)
pop out the cut just to see what he on (on bro)
if he move, he get one in his dome (grrah-grrah, boom)
she act bad, she act boujee (grrah)
off the migos, she shakin’ that booty (booty)
like shake that, girl
you my ride or die b-tch, tryna give you the world (like, shake that sh-t)
is you flockin’ for me? (on bro)
is you ridin’ for me? is you dyin’ wit’ me? (d-mn)
got some opps i been dyin’ to see (like, grrah-grrah)
let’s take a trip, stop hidin’ from me (word)
keep it on me, they plottin’ on me
like, everything dead, i ain’t coppin’ the plea’s (grrah-grrah, boom)
see the opps, i’ma flock at the v
like, i throw eight, jay flock fifteen (on bro)

yeah, they say i be thuggin’ a lot (grrah, like, what?)
yeah, they say i be buggin’ a lot (grrah)
i keep me a chop, can’t go out like rah (rah rah)
learned that when (shh) got shot (d-mn)
and i’m on my bullsh-t (like)
2022, i’m ’bout to go stupid (on bro)
whole gang comin’ up
o to the y, we move ruthless, like (what)
you say you tryna pack you a oy
but you ran on your mans then he died (lotti)
efs, while we spin the sevside
got a gun on my hip wit’ a sight (grrah-grrah, boom)
never lack, can’t go out like nazzy
i see a opp, yeah, i’m shootin’ like scottie (d-mn)
notti he wit’ me, gon’ oot wit’ his right (like, he—)
he spot a opp, he takin’ they life (grrah)
see a gz i’ma up on my gun (on bro)
do that hit then go on a run (grrah-grrah, d-mn)
ddot don’t play, he’ll do it for fun (like, like)
he spot a opp, he makin’ them run

grrah, grrah, grrah, every opp shot (grrah-grrah, boom)
every opp shot (like), n-gga (like)
suck my d-ck

we ride four deep in the v
two o’s in the back, one knock each seat (on bro)
got a bop and she suckin’ the team
and it’s still free the rock he ain’t coppin’ the plea (b-tch)
me and tay be totin’ berettas
if we see a opp, he get poked through the sweater
grrah, grrah, grrah (grrah-grrah-grrah)
if we see a opp, he get poked through the sweater

ayo jj, actin’ kuu with the deuce
he could get shot if he jackin’ the two
word to my mother, i’ma up it and—
i said word to my mother, i’ma up it and boom
and n-ggas be chattin’ like they make the rules (like, what?)
why they rap about sh-t they ain’t do?
smokin’ on rah, he got hit in his head
catch sha, put the beam to his dreads

grrah, grrah, like, every opp shot, d-mn
suck my d-ck, like, mm-mm-mmm

better without you, just me and my chrome (better without you, just me and my chrome)
i’m like, “baby just leave me alone” (i’m like, “baby just leave me alone”)
pop out the cut just to see what he on
if he move, he get one in his dome
she act bad, she act boujee (she act bad, she act boujee)
off the migos, she shakin’ that booty (off the migos she shakin’ that booty)
like shake that, girl
you my ride or die b-tch, tryna give you the world, grrah (you my ride or die b-tch, tryna give you the world, grrah)

got some opps i been dyin’ to see
let’s take a trip, stop hidin’ from me
keep it on me, they plottin’ on me

oy
oy
lil’ notti gang
(lts on the beat) lil’ notti gang, grrah
lil’ notti gang
lil’ notti gang, b-tch
grrah
every opp shot, grrah
suck my d-ck
suck my d-ck
oy (grrah, like), or no y
all these n-ggas, they mad ’cause i’m up (’cause i’m up)
like, f-ck it, it’s up and it’s stuck
youssef a b-tch, he got shot in the b-tt
keep talkin’ on tau, i’ma send ya’ ass up (on bro)
totin’ the 30, why the f-ck would i lack? (why the f-ck?)
mr. leave-a-n-gga-on-his-back
throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene (grrah)
lil’ yaya gon’ turn on his beam (grrah-grrah)
don’t forget that i’m still droppin’ doa (doa-k)
catch a flocka, on me, he is not safe
and these n-ggas keep talkin’ on tay
i’ma spin through the sev’, i’ma catch me a homi’
call dudeylo, like, yo, “what’s the word?” (what’s the word?)
he got the drop, let’s spin through the third (sevsidek)
catch me a nine, i’ma blow that sea launch
he gon’ die by a poke, grrah
“40s n 9s”, yeah, that sh-t hit a mil’ (on bro)
don’t forget about “dead opps” (on bro)
n-gga, duck heat and ran, caught a leg shot (leg shot)
spin through the bronx, tryna make a new dead opp, like (grrah-grrah)
still tappin’ my neck ’cause that fat n-gga dead (jb)
and rah got put right to bed (rah rah)
two dead n-ggas but one from the sev’
jayrip saw the car, yeah, he should’ve fled
grrah, grrah
now i’m back on my bullsh-t (on bro)
catch a opp, i empty out the full clip
n-ggas be chattin’ but don’t ever do sh-t, like
r-roll up a dead opp in a new spliff
n-gga, nazzy, yeah, he shootin’ (nazzy)
mixin’ the rippy with jb
why the f-ck these n-ggas got me lazy? (grrah)
tg chattin’, got scared, what we do? (on bro)
stop talkin’ on tay, you fool
5th to the sev, yeah, sh-t look cool
hope i see them, when i bend through (grrah)
yellin’, “tay gang” when i’m in the booth (grrah)
catch a six, swept ’em wit’ a broom (on bro), like (like), grrah
catch a six, swept ’em wit’ a broom, b-tch
all these n-ggas, they mad ’cause i’m up (’cause i’m up)
like, f-ck it, it’s up and it’s stuck
youssef a b-tch, he got shot in the b-tt
keep talkin’ on tay
i’ma send ya ass up (on bro)
totin’ the 30, why the f-ck would i lack?
why the f-ck would i lack?
mr. leave-a-n-gga-on-his-back
throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene (scene)
lil’ ddot gon’ turn on his beam (grrah)
grrah, grrah, grrah
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout
it’s that jay n-gga

grrah, grrah, grrah
every opp shot, grrah
grrah-bang
like, drop the f-ckin’ 4’s, you heard?
(it’s kosfinger, baby)

i’ma start it like this ’cause they all on d-ck
yeah, i’m smokin’ on so many deads
f-ck bk and i’m droppin’ the hat
see, shh, i’ma blast
you smokin’ on bro and ya’ other n-ggas jacked it
ebs, everybody shot
don’t got love for the bronx, only love for my block
free keem, he was really on hots
and it’s crazy, i’m up now they all on my d-ck
83 home, that’s really my ‘rip
me and tay and [?] really took that trip
we was creepin’, itchin’ for a hit
bend blocks on feet, throw shots to the v, tryna clear the whole scene
i call up lil yaya, he throw more than three
if i spot me a nine, i’ll put him in the ditch, grrah
n-ggas is broke but they talkin’ on tay
spin through, start flockin’ for yatty
i lost my n-ggas, they feelin’ this pain
on the gang, let it rain
if you know then you know, b-tch, we aimin’ for brains
i call up benzo, bet he go insane
and he saw who them [?] but he texted my phone for the feature

shiesty, n-gga, you know how the f-ck we rock
suck my d-ck, everything dead (on bro)
f-ck it, gang, gang, gang-gang-gang, gang
why they keep f-ckin’ dissin’? (d-ck riders)
(it’s kosfinger, baby) gang, gang, gang, gang
wait, wait, wait (gang-gang-gang)
why we tryna swing through the munn? ’cause them n-ggas keep dissin’ (on bro)
late night, creepin’ through his kitchen (spot, like)
16 shots and i pop me a whitney (on bro)
they keep dissin’ on two like they did it
lil’ shark lucky, almost had his fitted (lil’ boy, what?)
tinted nissan, won’t know who did it
i’m tryna slide, headshot, he missin’
put that boy in the ground wit’ his n-ggas (gang, gang-gang-gang)
one died, shoulda had his pole and the other one died because he don’t hold (like)
they keep dissin’, all them n-ggas bold
give ’em the pole, guarantee he gon’ fold (give ’em the pole, guarantee he gon’ fold)
like, why they keep dissin’ us fo’? (like, why they keep dissin’ us fo’?)
i’on know but, i’m gon’ blow (i don’t know but, i’m gon’ blow)
shiestyfn (look), yeah, they hate us the most (gang)
how you ridin’ they d-ck, and he still didn’t throw? like (gang, gang-gang-gang)
and we out, tryna catch us a shark
and they put up, if not (gang), then it’s gon’ get dark (gang-gang)
catch me a arc’, guarantee i’ma spark (spark)
when i be at that light, i’ma leave it in park (park)
how you a driver, but mackin’ them cars? (cars)
and ya b-tch suckin’ d-ck and she gaggin’ them b-lls (gaggin’ them b-lls, like)
hit from the back, yeah, i’m smackin’ her walls (gang)
she gon’ slurp up the d-ck (like), wit’ the gaggin’ and all (grrah)
hop out the car, makin’ opp n-ggas jog, when i stand over top, when he drop it, he fall
leg shot, lil’ bro hoppin’ and all
bullets grab his head for tryna play ball (like, gang, gang) (bullets grab his head for tryna play ball, like)
(gang-gang, throw me that, gang, grrah, gang-gang-gang)
ayo, bbg? step (on bro)
when we bend through the opps, leave a mess
how many n-ggas gon’ die in they ‘jects?
smokin’ jb from the sev (jb)
lil’ rah, rah, he died in the v (rah, rah)
like i said, “16 in my spleef”
catch me a nine and i empty the clip (on bro)
yaya wit’ me, i bet he throw six, like (what?)
and these n-ggas is dissin’ the gang (grrah)
whole time, these n-ggas is lame
let’s spin through they side, ygz see us flame (like, grrah)
’cause they talk on lil’ tay, they shot (shot)
catch me a docka, watch his body flop
if he from the rey, he get shots to his top, on bro (like)
like, hol’ on, i ain’t done
yeah, i’m tired of the dissin’ and cappin’ (on bro)
like, when y’all ever made it tragic?
smokin’ on nazzy, and berry, and dixe
since y’all smokin’ on tay, it’s active (on bro)
still 300k (grrah), how y’all f-ck with the gz then f-ck with the flockas? (then f-ck wit’ the flockas)
and i’m doak (on bro), catch a flock and he meetin’ my chopper
spin through the sev, we yellin’, “we got one!” (got one)
call dudeylo, he totin’ his knocker (knocker, grrah)
rg wit’ me, he totin’ the blaster, like (word to my dead, n-gga, grrah-grrah)
rg wit’ me, he totin’ the- (blaster)
rg wit’ me, he totin’ the blaster, like (on bro), on bro, grrah, like
why we tryna swing through the munna? ’cause them n-ggas keep dissin’ (on bro)
late night, creepin’ through his kitchen (spot like)
16 shots and i pop me a whitney (on bro)
they keep dissin’ on two, like they did it
lil’ shark lucky, almost had his fitted (lil’ boy, what?)
tinted nissan, won’t know who did it
i’m tryna slide, headshot, he missin’
put that boy in the ground with his n-ggas (gang, gang-gang-gang)
one died, shoulda had his pole and the other one died because he don’t hold (like)
they keep dissin’, all them n-ggas bold
give him a pole, guarantee he gon’ fold
like, why they keep dissin’ us fo’?
i’on know, but i’m gon’ blow
shiestyfn (look), yeah, they hate us the most (gang)
how you ridin’ they d-ck, and he still didn’t throw? like (gang, gang-gang)
(it’s kosfinger, baby)

took a flight and now i’m cruisin’ down the road (grrah, bang)
every opp shot
it’s that jj osama (grrah)
with the members in the spot, you make it hot, they let it blow
grrah, bang

roll a dead opp then we f-ck his sister after
got the switches in the ‘yams, yeah, you know we totin’ blasters (totin’ blasters)
i’ma pull up in a lamb’ with lil yaya, he not actors
if he dissin’ on lil tay, spin the block and k!ll his pastor (k!ll his pastor)

roll a dead opp then we f-ck his sister after (like)
got the switches in the ‘yams (on bro), yeah, you know we totin’ blasters
i’ma pull up in a lamb’ with lil yaya, he not actors
if he dissin’ on lil tay, spin the block and k!ll his pastor (grrah)

when we bend through they side we makin’ a movie
tryna catch me a opp [?] (whoopty)
smoke a opp, make a new spleef
in the trap, big booty (big booty)
lil shawty, she shakin’ that ass (that ass)
she like “jay keep strokin’ like that” (like that)
for the night, one time (one time)
hit that, i’ma spin right back
took a flight and now i’m cruisin’ down the road
know some n-ggas tryna get me and i’m tryna start a show
with the members in the spot, you make it hot they let it blow
this not a diss but if the opps mad we start yellin’ “backdoor!”

roll a dead opp then we f-ck his sister after
got the switches in the ‘yams, yeah, you know we totin’ blasters (totin’ blasters)
i’ma pull up in a lamb’ with lil ddot, he not actors (d-mn, d-mn, like)
if he dissin’ on lil notti, spin the block and k!ll his pastor (grrah)

i’m feelin’ like durk and i’m not even rich
opps mad i’m f-ckin’ they b-tch
let’s talk, i’m the sh-t
couple dead n-ggas in the spliff
and these n-ggas they mad cause i’m up (cause i’m up)
i’ma bend through the shh with a beam in the trunk
jstar, kl!ckin’, my brothers, for them i’ma dump
on bro
can’t forget about tay (like what)
n-ggas talk on bro name, i’m sendin’ out homi’s
oh he smokin’ my dead? okay, ya mans got left in the lobby (lobby)
can’t forget about tay
– talk on bro name, i’m sendin’ out homi’s
oh he smokin’ my dead? okay, ya mans got left in the lobby

roll a dead opp then we f-ck his sister after
got the switches in the ‘yams, yeah, you know we totin’ blasters
i’ma pull up in a lamb’ with lil yaya, he not actors
if he dissin’ on lil tay, spin the block and k!ll his pastor (grrah)

it looks like you have a dead memory
ayo, tp

when you go cross my head, i can see better (better)
just the thought of your smile makes me feel better
and i know it’s my time, it’s that heat weather
if she go and i blow, i’ma upset her (‘set her, like)

i’m the voice of my hood (hood)
that’s on me, i’ma do what i should
put on for my team and make sure that we good
do dis for my momma, i promised i would, like
and i carry my pole (my pole)
if he droppin’ the o, gotta go
my n-ggas, we young and we f-ckin’ yo’ hoes
opp n-ggas, they mad ’cause they know i’m gon’ blow, like
my n-ggas, we young and we dumb
we see a opp, then we just dump (boom-boom)
in the v, like, bopa the driver, know i’m the ooter and tay gon’ fire
and givenchy the six, but i always see bro wit’ a spliff
i ask who he smokin’, he said, “jay six”
passed me the blunt then we rolled two twins, like (like)
that’s word to the real, he from the six and he slidin’ wit’ sticks
‘member the days, we go flock at the hats
we yell, “jayk” and they ain’t look back
and i’m back on that timin’, tryna make a pack
yeah, six to the o, this sh-t ain’t no cap
yeah, i love all my n-ggas, for them, i’ma clap
and free all the bros that’s stuck in they trap, like

like, yeah (grrah, grrah)
y’all n-ggas know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
it’s my year, everything4tay, n-gga
grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah

when you go cross my head, i can see better (better)
just the thought of your smile makes me feel better
and i know it’s my time, it’s that heat weather
if she go and i blow, i’ma upset her

when you go cross my head, i can see better (see better)
just the thought of your smile makes me feel better (better)
and i know it’s my time, it’s that heat weather (heat weather)
if she go and i blow, i’ma upset her (upset her, like)
it looks like you have a dead memory

grrah-grrah, like
smokin’ on mad lay,mad lay,mad lay,mad lay,mad lay,mad lay
lay get the f-ck up
like
tell that n-gga get up
b-tch, what the f-ck?
everything…
smokin’ on lay, b-tch!

ayo yatty now i’m on hots
f-ck all the opps and for them got shot
i got money i don’t got a bed
put the back to his head now he go to sleep
why the f-ck n-ggas say i don’t flock
i’ma spin through the sev tryna make us a drop
chii he got lined by a thot
i’m high cause he in a box

ayo d let me know what’s the word
tryna bend through the opps put em on a shirt
too deep and we going bazzerk
if he chasing lil notti i’m leaving him hurt
tried to reach but i’m uppin it first
tell [?] i’m a demon okay i’m too hurt
got the chops so we up it the dirt
ayo jay go to work

okay
lets play when we spin through they side yelling whoopty
they say it back we aiming at goofys
put the beam to his side he a goofy
b-tch if you flocking for muddy you lose me
me and yatty too deep with a uzi
like and you know we don’t play we see
the opps they start running away

lil [?] she a d-ck [?]
the d’s on our ass we start doing the race
told kl!ckin to get him i bet he gon spray
they was talking on tay we smoking on lay
f-ck lil ty we bendin the k
and i bet you get hit if you reach for my chain
n-ggas sucking my d-ck they be saying my name
and be missing the bros and for them i’ma flame

and i’m smoking on lay
he get 2 shots if he jakin the gates
f-ck lil rah he got hit in his brain
and i’m smoking that n-gga so shoot him today
i’ma talk my sh-t cause these n-ggas
is p-ssy and really be popped
how the f-ck you my opp and you never threw shots
n-ggas know i’m a star in the v with a knock
(ayo yatty get on hots,whats the word gon bend on the opps,too deep two chops,can’t flock can’t flock,and i do it for tay for yatty he shot)
jk all in my splif
nazzy dead he restin in p-ss
so much dead i could put in a list
why they mention tay they mans in a splif

i’ma talk my sh-t cause n-ggas be sucking
my d-ck and they don’t put in pain
why the f-ck they keep mentionin bro me and briz too deep tryna let it bang
[?i ain’t saying yall n-ggas track?] if he run into me then we make him a strain
n-ggas know i’m the heart of this sh-t i’m the youngest but y’all ‘on give a f-ck bout the fame

grah grah grah
every opp shot n-gga
suck my d-ck n-gga
smokin on mad lay
mad lay

- jj osama

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