12:34am (mockery)
9eleven.ggb
Jay Gwapø
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Bro what the fuck was that, man?
Haha roaches
The fuck, man? this shit gone, man
Alright bro
Alright
(Yo haha)
(Is it recording?)
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Say I been stressing so i’m rolling up
And I can’t trust nobody so I keep the semi tucked
Moving like a semi truck
Bed made moving weight
Trying to be topic of discussion
Talk and make debate
Niggas hating I cannot wait
To hear what they might say
To my face
Bet it’s nothing
Cause it’s nothing for me to catch a case
Bet you bluffing what you got in yo hand
Got me cussing
Bum rush him after you kick the door in
It’s a recession after all
I won’t fall
Break the laws of physics
I hit the bar take a shot
Break a jaw we dipping
I fishtailed out the lot
Fish-scale in my sock
Whip and hit the milly rock
I watch the work pop and lock
Boy i’m new I hit my jerk
You want beef i got that jerk
If I bust I bet it hurt
Put you on a T-shirt
I be laughing after the gas
Pass on it if you lag
Suffering from jet lag
All I want is the bag
Man i’m awful awesome even
Cross between a dog and a human being
I’ve seen many things you can’t dream of
See you got a beam on your spleen you not keen of
Me cause I be on some other shit
Flip into another whip
You driving your mother shit
Don’t give a fuck i’m celibate
You get a brick do half of it and lose the rest
You stupid bitch (wop)
I let it rip off the hip
Them blades will tear into you
I am not no kin to you
No you cannot eat with me
Oh you trying to hit the blunt
No you cannot smoke for free
I be living lovely
Flyer than the highest tree
Modest i be in interviews I see your eye on me
Keep it real I know you not a G
You need a J.O.B
I can’t seem to keep yo baby momma lips away from me (woah)
Honestly after her I have to hit the pharmacy
I still got a pager when it beep it be alarming me
I been sipping making moves in the back (aye)
Off the drugs mix the sprite up with the act (aye)
I might sit back with that .45 on my lap (aye)
That bitch she fucking
Yeah that booty make it clap (aye)
Niggas never even know about them days (aye)
When niggas ain’t have shit they can’t relate (aye)
Growing up they said boy better behave
I do my thing shit that’s just how i’m raised
Started trapping getting money anyway
Hit a lick for a brick the other day
Niggas talking I tell em watch what you say
I heard your homie got hit up like yesterday (yeah)
I don’t play
Keep some shooters down to spray (woah)
Call blood up and he pull up ándale! (woah)
In the back
With a strap
It’s a mac
All black
At your back
It’s a wrap
Gang with me and we throwed
Yeah that bitch she is a hoe
Ran a train with my folks
Then that bitch she had to go
Yeah that’s just the way it goes
Better know
Gun smoke (yeah yeah)
These shells comin hot
Make that body drop
Look up at the clock
4 o’clock on the dot
Bitch we say fuck cops
Bitch we say fuck cops
And fuck the ops
Bitch you know they gone drop (drop)
I’m getting some gwap
I can’t stop boy you know i’m so hot
Your bitch is a thot she giving brain
Now she giving me thots
Hold up
You can’t talk like this
You can’t talk like this lil nigga
You dont want no smoke
I give free smoke
Free smoke
Yeah that bitch she go
Fuck her
Fuck her on the low
Gang
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