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getbusyjt & zordxn - get off d!cc (feat. aj montana, onlyfridayss, & zordxn) lyrics

[intro: getbusyjt, yrnmulaa, & onlyfridayss]
baow, baow
baow, baow, baow, n+gga
gby, gby, gby (your grandma the float, word to bro)
suck my d+ck, n+gga (ahhh)
how the f+ck you get beat on a bus you claffy? (woo, woo)
you wall dance, n+gga a f+ggot
hands and knees on a bus, and you still tryna diss
(it’s mula, b+tch)
f+ck lo, n+gga (melly, melly, melly)
gdk, n+gga (nick face shot, flamed him, word to my dead) (you not gbyk)
ayooo cigg (baow, baow, baow, baow, n+gga)
tweak, tweak, tweak (suck my d+ck)

[verse 1: getbusyjt]
how you making tracks of you screaming my name? (baow, baow)
when you run to the booth, you not putting in pain (baow, baow, baow)
c+c+come back to the towns, i’ma up it and flame (suck my d+ck)
never went for the p, f+ck the deads on your chain (like what?)
lil n+gga just stay in ya lane
and you 250’s b+tch eating 250 franks (get off they d+ck)
how you jacking deads you don’t know? you a lame
you got b+tched on ig for thinking sh+t a game (f+cking claffy)
you be whining on walls , you a f+ggot (you a f+ggot)
your gma dead body got filled up with maggots (baow, baow, baow)
got the slimas with me and they all in the spot
they gon’ give you a wedgie for glazing that makk sh+t (mbk)
you wanted a feature from tigz and they all smoking notti (what?)
you still tryna jack it
you stay dissing n+ggas, you live out of state
lil’ cameron a kid, he be catching no baskets
making music bout’ me, n+gga , i had enough (deadass)
and you sherm, you got left on your knees in a bus (claffyy)
let your mother throw neck for the crew till we bust (baow)
i forgot she got 5 bds, she a sl+t (suck my d+ck)
slap your sister, i don’t give a f+ck (f+ck that b+tch)
kay never got scapped, n+ggas gotta be dumb (like, what?)
n+gga, get off my d+ck , i’ll beat you with the gun (baow, baow)
and you not smoking pop, remember where you from (baow, baow)
[verse 2: aj montana]
i’m movin’ in silence, but it’s time to get flashy (baow, baow)
cam got beat, when i saw, i was happy (glah, glah)
dont pass me the g, get wavy with scappy (baow, baow, baow)
grimiest n+gga, its jack me or clap me
word to bro, i dont beef with no claffy
b+tches smokin your deads, you sittin there f+ggy (i’m movin’ in silence, but it’s time to get flashy, cam got beat, when i saw, i was happy) (like, gbc)
jump off the bench when it’s time for the game
how you fanboyin’ n+ggas sayin “notti is pain” (baow, baow, baow)
troop through that block and i’m ready to flame
if he talkin’ too hot, then i’m sn+tchin his chain
you sit in the stu’ still screamin’ out names (do bad)
but when you caught in real time, don’t think you still gang
you false claimin’ sh+t that you dont even bang
like, stay in ct, n+ggas gotta be lame
throw up the makk, throw it back, i’ma tweak
better watch how it get when i move wit the g
like, cam you food why you chattin’ on beats
how you live outta state sucking 250 meat?
all+time scorer, step back for the 3
like, jay move left, go creep with the flee (ahh, ahh)
creep through the back, that’s a 2 man weave (ahh, ahh)
don’t talk on no deads when you got 0 scenes (baow, baow)
crackin’ that 4, they ain’t f+ckin’ with me
mali is pain, go roll wit a g
big gdk when i see me a gzz
immaculate aim, don’t miss with the beam
apply all the pressure, we ain’t playin’ no zone
like, i’m smokin ya granny, tell her pick up the phone
he false claimin’ makk catch one to the dome (like, baow, like, baow)
hang wit some wuu’s that would bang with the chrome (baow, baow, baow)
backdoor open we run through his home
he was dissing on deads now he surrounded my cones
droppin’ that track, he thought he was cold
you claimin’ on notti now we pack notti’s soul (like, what?)
[verse 3: onlyfridayss]
your grandma the float
they on my head so the g i’ma tote
got no breesh, he popped, he broke
you not spinnin’ no block, go lo for lo
he was dancing on walls, he a joke
250 meat in his mouth, he gon’ choke
sugarhill sarah, that’s who you show
you not gang, stop saying you bro
how you gbyk? you a clown
stop dissin’, you know from the towns
i catch cam, then we laying him down
you not from the bronx, stop biting the style
i get mad, then i fl!ck at the crowd
go with granny, straight to the clouds
you not makk and you not die jet
you dissing the bros [?]
put the g to his face
shot to the back, ain’t no g you can race
i’ll get a makk just to check you, you fake
g on my hip and chooses your fate
put the beam on the glock, ain’t no running away
your music is dirt, stop rapping a day
come to the towns, your life i’ll take
and i’m ready to fl!ck so you not touching kay
put that on the u, we tryna creep
what happened to granny? she is asleep
you not makk, get off your knees
you not 250 so get off they meat
you only around just to front on them beats
out of town, i’m with jt
i got a glock and it came with a beam (glah)
pass to bro, that’s rg (you already know it’s that zordxn n+gga)
[verse 4: zordxn]
he said he was makk , so i’m dropping mb (d+mn, glah)
i’m on his block tryna see where he be (die makk)
n+ggas know me, i got multiple scenes (baow)
and he said i’m not blood, n+gga, come and show me (d+mn, what?)
y+your dead ass grandma, i’m finna steam (9tr3y, 9tr3y)
m4, n+ggas can’t f+ck with the team (d+mn, glah, glah, boom)
that boy tried to run, he got shot in his bean (d+mn, d+mn, d+mn)
and you never knew notti, let’s keep it a bean (like, d+mn)
but, why am i beefing with you? you a teen (like, what?)
stop hopping on tracks and stop mentioning me (d+mn)
(glah, lil’ dumbass b+tch, stop hopping on tracks and mentioning me)
you not die jet, my bro is a hat (whoopty)
especially when you faking like you makk
i don’t even do this lil’ internet beef
but bro what to mention me up in his tracks
you wanna make music with n+ggas that’s smokin’ ya deads, you need to go and get back (baow)
you want to be relevant, you keep on hopping on trends
n+gga, that’s gon’ get you whacked
i’m in the back of the v, and i’m holding my g
and i bet when i hop out, these lil’ n+ggas dip
these n+ggas won’t pop out, i got my glock out
i’m tryna up and go draw off the hip
and these n+ggas not f+ckin’ with me, and i’m clutching my g
like a beyblade, i’m letting it rip
and that boy wanna speak on my pops, so i’m smoking your grandma
that dumb b+tch is dead in my spliff (like, d+mn)

[outro: getbusyjt]
gby to m4 sh+t
n+gga, shooter gang
f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout
free gb, n+gga
like, baow, baow

- getbusyjt zordxn lyrics

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