famous_jay x travv2x - jackin lyrics
f+ck what he jackin
turn him into past tense
spinning the bock
i ain’t wit the cappin
u got a 9
but you neva shoot it
hop out the v
i might just boom him
hop out the v
you talking reckless
leave a n+gga all neckless
(we might)take his neck laces
stacking bodies like tetras
knock at your door
you do the dash
i shoot a couple 3s
call me nash
i feel like tay+k
i gotta blast
i do not cap
you just a act
you could get whack
we shoot the 30
he get the running
wit 2 beams
i be drumming
we knocking meat
out his taco
dunk on n+gga’s
like im takco
i cross a n+gga
like im irving
2 bullets
gonna hurt him
i know he mad
when i get the cash
my drip hard
lеt it splash
im getting gucci
f+ck all the louis
she gimmе big head
call it stewie
we cooked him up
like some pasta
dreads swinging
like a rasta
(of course)
i keep a choppa
69 he a copper
all white like a pastor
turn that n+ggas inna casper
turn that boy into ghost
223 wit a scope
if she a treesh
she a hoe
i could go crazy on beat
n+ggas know that im elite
40 knock him out his sneaks
pop a perk get active
turn big bro past tense
u spinning blocks
why u cappin
jackin beef so we blastin
on the beat i be spazzin
got the 9 for the walk in
u talkin ball a n+gga be scoring
punching n+gga’s like im ortan
spin the block i be touring
(spin the block i be touring)
spin the block everyday
keep a 9 for the bang
c.a.b neva change
had to pull up wit a tech
bullets rip through his neck
put that boy in a stretch
shot that boy in his head
she wanna chill wit the gang
(she gotta give us brain)
(she gotta give us brain)
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she gotta give us the brain for the walk up
getting high cuz i’m sauced up
let a n+gga run up
lil 22 keep it tuck
if you reach you outta luck
ya main b+tch getting f+ck
n+gga talk get punch
eat ya b+tch like some lunch
shooting sh+t like i’m clutch
b+tch i’m back with a macc
run up on me you get smack
automatic with a wrap
we gon send his ass back
kenny really got wack
n+gga dead and that’s a fact
n+gga swish is a f+g
f+ck his moms from the back
big rmg
boy stop politician come and see
all of my dogs really wanna eat
put that lil boy right up on a tee
then make his b+tch drop on her knees
i got like 30 songs unreleased
we ain’t gon stop till boy deceased
shoot from deep like if it was a three
we don’t f+ck with thots put that b+tch on a leach wait
stop it
if a n+gga talk tuff up the rocket
bullet gon go right through ya socket
ya lil cuz stuff right in the closet
doosie all in my pocket
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