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jay5ive - who gassed up? lyrics

[intro]
grrah, grrah, grrah grrah
ayo, kezzy
free the sweeps, n+gga
ayo, kezzy, this sh+t got me trippin’
n+ggas be chattin, word to bro
grrah grrah, yo, move!
anytime they was throwin’ the f, on bro n+ggas went over there gang, word to bro though
i just throw that sh+t up, i didn’t even fl!ck
y’all n+ggas gettin’ shot down, word to my deads

[chorus]
anytime that they see me, they know how i get
anytime on that block, i always came correct
beam on this gun, like, i don’t gotta check
i had him runnin’, dippin’ through his ‘jects
drako was runnin’, fl!cked it on his best
i had the 32 fl!ckin’ from the tech
second floor where he live, i chased him up the steps
like, i keep tryna fl!ck, i’m tryna hit the rest

[verse]
n+ggas sayin’ we share clothes, n+gga, aight bet
only thing that we share was the pole when he fled
now i’m knowin’ the reason why he say he sped
’cause he ain’t pray to god for thanking he ain’t dead
he can’t call the shot for thinkin’ he won’t get one
and your favorite loc, on bro, you better check him
like, free br blitz, i’m tryna hit the best one
br tryna blitz him, almost hit the left one
f+ckin’ on shh, he better get a check up
they better remember who been touchin’ cheddar
the n+ggas you with, they gotta switch they tech up
like, we can go band for band, let’s show the denims
like, how many times is they gon’ make me get up?
ran out of my crib to show them my vendetta
i’m fl!ckin’ my gun, i’m hopin’ it don’t let up
how y’all spin and don’t throw? i thought i taught y’all better
like, i’m totin’ best friend, word to bro
like, bro is he fl!ckin’? n+gga no
is he always loafin’? n+ggas know
why he thinkin’ he crazy? mikey poked
like, they on that corner? watch me blow
oh, he feelin’ different? drop the lo’
oh, you in my projects? make a show
when i’m in your projects, n+ggas shh
better answer they phone
like, we really the reason n+ggas stayin’ home
and the way that they rap, you’d think shots gettin’ thrown
but, word to my deads, they don’t fl!ck, n+ggas don’t
like, why they forget the sweepers got ’em known?
he said he don’t diss the deads, well bet, i won’t
i don’t need a perc to get up in my zone
free gb, mr. “spin through that block on his own”
he said “where the hoes at?” n+gga, where ya bros?
’cause ek a rat, your brother broke the code
slow down the car, i think that’s mikey row
and ‘dot wasn’t lyin’, n+gga word to bro
put you in a blunt, like, i won’t even smoke
he got me mixed up, he better ask his bros
b+rah off the deuce and that’s just why he slow
like, i hope n+ggas [?]
like, lil’ dj, did you forget?
multiple times, i swear you could’ve died
talkin’ on gp, jay hound gettin’ fessed
ran in that building when he let it fly
like, i was in jail and i heard he was dissin’
like, how was i dissin’? you was dissin’ mine
i ain’t say one dead n+gga up in this track
i dare someone sit here and tell me i lied
[chorus]
anytime that they see me, they know how i get
anytime on that block, i always came correct
beam on this gun, like, i don’t gotta check
i had him runnin’, dippin’ through his ‘jects
drako was runnin’, fl!cked it on his best
i had the 32 fl!ckin’ from the tech
second floor where he live, i chased him up the steps
like, i keep tryna fl!ck, i’m tryna hit the rest

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