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jace! - stay lit lyrics

[intro]
(i’m working on dying, bnyx)

[chorus]
get down, n+gga it’s a drill
too many glocks, send shots, get popped like a pill
the money got me shocked like an eel
pull up onside that b+tch, shoot it up, shoot it up
these n+ggas know i do not f+ck with these n+ggas
i’m counting figures, getting bigger and sh+t
that’s a headshot brodie, on side him, he assist
that’s a glock with a switch and that b+tch got a stick
i don’t call it no d+ck, you can miss that sh+t
we gon’ spin through quick, get hit, get zipped
my drip don’t zip, i’ma pour up six
rocking with a thirty round mag and a sk clip
don’t fall off, b+tch you best stay lit
she shaking ass, got her bed stay[ing] lit
up on his chain, should of kept they sh+t
more jace, less tony, n+gga bang+bang b+tch

[verse]
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas, i’m ebk
i got the kkk toting kk’s n+gga
take that boy out like a play date n+gga
give him six out the nine, no treyway n+gga
big ass blunt with big ass balenciaga runners on
i’ma keep pouring out the bottle
she got a real ass, she a model
n+gga tried to run so we caught up with him, tripped him and caught him
spot him, we got him, we spot him, we dropped him
we be with the opposites, spin through, pop him
top kid notorious, call me big papa
i still got my oppa+stompa for the drama
i’m still a baller and that dollar on her make her holla
and i feel like the sh+t, pop my collar up
and i still think sometimes i’m a problem
[chorus]
get down, n+gga it’s a drill
too many glocks, send shots, get popped like a pill
the money leave me shocked like an eel
pull up onside that b+tch, shoot it up, shoot it up
these n+ggas know i do not f+ck with these n+ggas
i’m counting figures, getting bigger and sh+t
that’s a headshot brodie, on side him, he assist
that’s a glock with a switch and that b+tch got a stick
i don’t call it no d+ck, you can miss that sh+t
we gon’ spin through quick, get hit, get zipped
my drip don’t zip, i’ma pour up six
rocking with a thirty round mag and a sk clip
don’t fall off, b+tch you best stay lit
she shaking ass, got her bed stay[ing] lit
up on his chain, should of kept they sh+t
more jace, less tony, n+gga bang+bang b+tch

- jace lyrics

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