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jaydayoungan - what i be on lyrics

[chorus]
watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
what’s in my hands, long as fitness, ain’t a microphone
might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome
that dump sh-t, f-ck diss songs, that’s what i be on
steppin’ with my brother, f-ck it if he right or wrong
i’m still that same n-gga, by myself when i’m alone
if we can’t get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home
but let me get back to the basics, b-tch my pockets strong

[verse 1]
it’s cancer in the air, we bringin’ out them rods
spin in broad daylight or we comin’ after dark
i’m tryna bust a n-gga’s sh-t and send him to the lord
pull up with fifty in the clip, this b-tch gon’ make some noise
b-tch i’ma let you know, i can’t go back and forth
let’s go to war, catch your car, knock your sh-t in park
got twin cutters, brand new glocks for you and all your boys
it’s your decision, you could lose your brain or lose your heart
you doin’ all that sh-t for clout but you won’t make it far
i keep it smart, gon’ finish all that p-ssy sh-t they start
dive in that water and that’s danger, you can’t swim with sharks
dive in that water and that’s danger, you can’t swim with sharks

[verse 2]
automatic, hop out and go chase it, we make sure you face ’em
b-tch i need my meds ‘fore i go crazy, menace i was labeled
i’m a nineties baby, i’m on top ’cause the drum on eighty
pop his top and watch his body lock up like i f-ckin’ tased it
and i’m faded, hi-tech in my cup, it got me feelin’ lazy
run up playin’, i’ma split your sh-t, this ar aim go brazy
twenty-three the greatest, f-ck these p-ssy n-ggas who be hatin’
you can be the latest to get your sh-t bust all on the pavement
can’t touch a n-gga, money long, i got a lot of cash
f-ck a n-gga, cross the line and gotta drop a bag
we clutchin’ pistols, p-ssy b-tch, don’t make my choppers spazz
hop in a rental, out the window, that’s a bodybag

[chorus]
watch his tone, he speak wrong and he might be gone
what’s in my hands, long as fitness, ain’t a microphone
might step and point it at your top, he tryna strike your dome
that dumb sh-t, f-ck diss songs, that’s what i be on
steppin’ with my brother, f-ck it if he right or wrong
i’m still that same n-gga, by myself when i’m alone
if we can’t get you, we come peek-a-boo inside your home
but let me get back to the basics, b-tch my pockets strong

- jaydayoungan lyrics

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