jahhlu – ffa lyrics
ffa lyrics
[chorus: jahhlu]
w+w+w+why you talking, you’re on my 1+on+1
b+b+b+tch, i got a glocky, i’ma add a drum
i+i+if you want that static, i’ma pass you some
pat it, pat it, pat it, b+tch he got it and a gun
i don’t care if you die
i got a chopper by my side
play with me, you gon’ die
[verse 1: jahhlu]
i+i+i just run up in the room with a glocky and a font
k+keep an ak+47 like a motherf+ckin’ rush
t+t+turn on that jahhlu, god d+mn this buss
you say you pop out at the function, when i pulled up, n+gga wasn’t there
when i see you, it’s on sight, i don’t care if your little cousin there
got dolce & gabbana, lil’ n+gga got like the dozen pair
we done k!lled him in the lobby with a shotty, and it wasn’t fair
i+i+i+i don’t care
[verse 2: endilu]
yea, i’m endi, i’m his little bro
nerf gun pointed at his middle toe
s+she a thot, she a little hoe
i+in my room watchin’ xvideos (bro what?)
when i pull up on the block, and my choppa, let it spray
if he get too close to endi, imma punch you in yo face
i got bl!cky in my pocket, it’s gonna be taking my way
me and scare making plays, like, every day
i don’t really know why
you must wanna die
bro got bl!cked outside
[chorus: jahhlu]
w+w+w+why you talking, you’re on my 1+on+1
b+b+b+tch, i got a glocky, i’ma add a drum
i+i+if you want that static, i’ma pass you some
pat it, pat it, pat it, b+tch he got it and a gun
i don’t care if you die
i got a chopper by my side
play with me, you gon’ die
[verse 3: jahhlu & aidyn]
pack, pack, got a bag and a mil’
battery pack, ho’, you’re goin’ to h+ll
smoke in the air, i forgot how to smell
treat you like monopoly, i send you to jail
smokin’ pack so i can not feel my face
sometimes i wanna go mia
put a choppa to yo’ ass if you wanna play
huh+huh, hah+hah
and i punch a little boy on the way, huh+uh
and i’m never lackin’, ’cause i’m quick to up that gun
if you wanna play with me, you’re done
you n+gga, you’re done (yeah, yeah)
[verse 4: aidyn]
c+c+choppa breakin’ like a kit kat
talk down on me, lil’ boy, you better quit that
posted up with gang, we don’t got time for chit+chat
one wrong move and we gonna blow your wig back
feel like jah ’cause i got that .223
on me, and you know i up the choppa, let it sing
and i feel like ericdoa, move like a zombie
and you know i feel like nimstarr, rockin’ the nikes
[verse 5: mumble]
i’ma drop, yeah, yeah, yeah we gotta go
we’re with endi, that’s just little bro
in+in+in the cut, we can’t let ’em escape
g+g+g+got a choppa, wrap a .221 just right to yo’ brain
bleep, bloop, blop, blop, in new york, i milly rock
pop, pop, pop, just couple shots, i+i+i think that i’m findin’ blocks
i+i+i’ma watch the body drop, don’t come lookin’ ’em at the top
i ain’t ever gonna stop, uh+uh
hold up, hold up, hold up, pull up and watch ’em run
slip a couple punches, knock ’em out ’cause it’s a 1v1
k+k+kick ’em on the baseline, punch ’em when i hearin’ the drop
they all wanna (oh+oh), go, go, have some fun
that sh+t that i, like me, but i never hate me
i+i, just here with the gun
w+w+when he pulls the trigger, everybody knows you’re done
g+g+get your brain, cut out, please stop actin’ dumb
[verse 6: filet]
a+a+a+and i’m back on this sh+t, i know you p+ssed o+o+off
get to sparkin’, get to barkin’ like the big dog
23, bullets finna make ’em crip walk
pull up on ’em, actin’ quiet, but i let this stick talk
choppa big dog, up it, let this b+tch bark+ark+ark
don’t let me catch you lackin’ when it’s da+dar+dark
stretch pack in this b+tch, smell like big fart
we be stompin’ on the block, lemme pixar
i got diamonds, lil’ kid, it where my wrist are
you can try to p+ss me off, but you won’t get far
and i’m playin’ with that b+tch like a guitar
i put a scope on my choppa so i hit far
[verse 7: novastein]
beat a n+gga ass, i don’t need a f+ckin’ gun
n+gga talkin’ sh+t, but he can’t handle 1+on+1’s
the f+ckin’ smith, n+gga, you better go get you one
touch my n+gga jah, and you bet your f+cking life is done
hey, li+li+li+like do we have a problem?
my n+ggas can get right, if you wanna solve ’em
shakin’ sh+t like harlem, rob ’em then we got ’em
chillin’ in a vc with my n+ggas ’cause we awesome
you wanna be me, but you’re a no+life
if you+if you want my money, you can get right
w+w+workin’ on that 40 cash, think i’m gonna fly
my n+ggas stay out goin’ with me, i’m gonna stop for red lights
[verse 8: caponeti]
smack that n+gga grandma
b+b+b+tch we got the choppa with a hammer
we got a scope, in a bit, we can blam ya
if you couldn’t tell, we don’t give a d+mn, uh
pat it, pat it, pat it, got by at the store
you can turn my catalog, no toe+to+toe
and when we up and out of manage, b+tch, we up the score
that boy endi right about xvideos (b+bro, what?)
d+mn, just pop a titty, hoe
y+y+you was talkin’ sh+t, i’m in your city, hoe
t+t+take a bl!ck and put it to yo’ smitty, hoe
with a+with a white b+tch, she in the committee, hoe
[verse 9: bronclair]
yeah, boy, you goin’ packin’ without me
f+ck a 1v1, b+tch we goin’ 3v3
ten toes on me, i got her f+ckin’ on me
got a glocky with a scope, gonna send you an e
jahhlu, bronclair, we the ultimate team
call up n+gga endi, got me all my memes
don’t run, fendi, gon’ run up my jeans
yeah, us, j with the plain white tee
if you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee
takin’ yo’ b+tch out on a shopping spree
this sh+t, not really, uh, what it seem
so much ice on me, call me mr. freeze
[verse 10: ketsu]
yeah, i feel like two shots, we gon’ knock it and spray
hit ’em in the head, now he can’t think the same
stop talkin’ down on me, n+gga, we not the same
yeah, nova in the back, he gon’ show you re+pay
at yo’ brodie, yeah, we shootin’ with the glocks, yeah
t+t+talkin’ sh+t, p+ssy n+gga, you get popped, yeah
air in the back, we spread down your block, yeah
he thought he god, i don’t what he thought, yeah
feelin’ untouchable, i took a job
see his body, got ’em straight to his mind
thought he god, but he ate ’em a lot
spittin’ flames, they talkin’ they mind
hah, yeah, hah
[verse 11: crusafix]
no, i don’t give a f+ck
run around with the gang, countin’ v+bucks
talk sh+t, but you really wanna be us
hangin’ out with jah, b+tch we on the f+ckin’ battle bus
w+wassup, hey b+tch, what you wanna do?
i’ma seal it with my glock like gorilla glue
g+g+got a pistol in the back, i’ma let it shoot
a+a+aim precise, p+ssy boy, you know you’re gone through
hey, and you know that sh+t is terminal
pu+pu+put the choppa to his head, i’ma criminal
where’d he go? b+b+b+tch, you’ll never know
b+tch, you’ll never know
[chorus: jahhlu]
w+w+w+why you talking, you’re on my 1+on+1
b+b+b+tch, i got a glocky, i’ma add a drum
i+i+if you want that static, i’ma pass you some
pat it, pat it, pat it, b+tch he got it and a gun
i don’t care if you die
i got a chopper by my side
play with me, you gon’ die
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