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hbk jachi - animosity lyrics

[intro: hbk jachi]
(ayy, moon, turn my sh+t up)
(nolimitaustin)
love or hate me
huh, ayy

[chorus: hbk jachi]
i see these n+ggas got animosity, why they jockin’ me?
huh, worried ’bout what i’m doin’, why they keep on watchin’ me?
i really had to go get it just so they acknowledge me
keep this sh+t a thousand, you n+ggas is not a g
watchin’ my surroundings, these n+ggas be tryna creep
my n+ggas early morning huntin’ in the field, they boppin’ ch+nks
told her she can stay, but, baby, you’re not with me
homie said he got a play, so, baby, i gotta leave

[verse 1: hbk jachi]
get to smokin’, wrap him up just like a f+ckin’ grabba leaf
on the ‘gram he think he tough, but he ain’t really got no beef
f+ck what they talkin’, what they say about me (ayy, hmm)
huh? these n+ggas p+ssy
ran off with some crispy+ass ‘bows full of cookies
beam dot’ll bust a n+gga top if you push me, huh
f&n bullets for a n+gga think he tookie
check a bin with us, i heard most of you n+ggas rookies (ayy)
next to all them k!llers in the party with them toolies
chastise my kids, it wasn’t hard to really do it, hmm
jump wrong, i think this n+gga really stupid, huh
now he bullets spark bark loud like he ruthless
tell him put that gun down, he ain’t gon’ do sh+t (ayy)
or get knocked out like your daddy used to do, sh+t
a lot of n+ggas with attitude, but we ruthless
my n+gga always got his tool, he love to shoot sh+t
[verse 2: projeckbabytwin]
my n+gga crazy with his tool, he’ll shoot a kid
set trippin’ in the party, don’t care who you is
my shoes cost a thousand, what type of shoes you in?
i don’t really got no time for no stupid b+tch
too many b+tches tryna find out what crew to hit
gotta k!ll me if he caught me in a fubu ‘fit
amiri jeans on my body, hundred blues on me
i got my stick, why the passenger? who lonely?
air this b+tch out, no n+gga need to shoot for me
we got the drop, we finna f+ck up the pool party
smoke out the pound, told the b+tch, “roll a few for me”
man, who the f+ck is these n+ggas keep starin’ at me?
he with his folks, n+ggas know i don’t spare family
this b+tch a ho, so i’m not finna bare back her
turn up them fours, i’m gettin’ low, finna buck a rapper
patrick mahomes when i throw him back these bullets

- hbk jachi lyrics

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