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jaynes gang - highpoint lyrics

[intro]
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
jay? it’s nikegang!
high point, high point, high point
we be on point
woo!
it’s nike gang gang gang gang
it gang!

[verse 1: [?]]
three shots in the crowd scatter
watch ‘em all run like an urgent matter
say you want that beef, what’s choppin’
eat you up like a morning platter
i ain’t got time for no f-ck n-gg-s
i’m limited like [?]
your b-tch want some real d-ck then tell [?] i’m a real n-gg-
all that funny sh-t i don’t like
these days n-gg-s don’t fight
talkin’ all that facebook sh-t cause you doubt a n-gg-
it was all for the hype
they still see me in the cut
with two shots think that’s all right
[?] that’s gon’ be your life
said rip to kilo g
i know that you still here with me
if i catch you n-gg-s in traffic
roadk!ll that’s [?] and me
more [?] that’s guarantee
you heard it here first, ketv
p-ssy boys they leave the scene
i p-ss on your body like [?]
my [?] catch ‘em like a trampoline
then i catch ‘em like [?]
i’m all out here all on myself
but you know i can make room if there’s a f-ckin’ team
he says it’s nikegang then watch it n-gg- i’m bustin’ like rock
then i go and turn into the rock
and rock bottom and they were just closed casket
the whole city gon’ come
why is that? cause they all gon’ feel i’m packin’
then imma go ahead and shoot the whole finger rolls
cause my hood was taught to be ratchet
if i see a bad b-tch imma go get it
if i’m with the crew we gon’ press it
well d-mn, how you guys all gon’ split it? sh-t
playin’ rock paper scissors scissors gotta hit
but the b-tch she gymnastics she mix it gon’ flip
said don’t keep a roll no [?] or a trick
but she got [?] i might leave a tip
i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch over the side of the couch
bad but she know that she bitin’ me out
i asked her to slow down before i took it down south
[?] pop her mouth
my b-tch don’t do like she used
i’m throwin’ her hands like her name was blues clues
they say he got her and i’m like who do?
cause i don’t give a f-ck n-gg- just like voodoo
matter of fact i’ll give something they ain’t used to
i’m talkin’ about that chop that’s gon’ make the body drop
that’s gon’ pull up in the box and n-gg- gon’ lock
tell n-gg- just like [?] on the c-ck

[verse 2: [?]]
tick-tick-tickle me, elmo
i’m pourin’ gas, that chapo
been with the sh-t, i hit the bricks
i hear the swish, straight free throw
keyboard you talkin’ n-gg-
face-to-face you ain’t mean it n-gg-
shoot at me and you dreamin’ n-gg-
i’m catchin’ bodies, i’m fiendin’ n-gg-
rest in heaven my dead homies
is you really ‘bout that action then b-tch show me
yo’ n-gg-s actors, yo’ n-gg-s phonies
yo’ b-tch flip bro, head she blow me
servin’ all bricks, i slide through your block
i pull in that sneaky bustin’ that glock
free the ops, bodies drop
f-ck 5, f-ck 12, i don’t f-ck with cops
f-ck the squad i be all in the gang sh-t
187 rock out on a k!ll switch
i’ll never wife a hoe, never been a b-tch
stay solid ten toes never been switched
dirty sprite in my water i’m leanin’
f-ck [?] her p-ssy she creamin’
do a hit, get the money, i’m schemin’
drop a body, he dead, i’m screamin’
play dumb i don’t know what happened
watch the news [?] stay crackin’
never trust a hoe, never trust a soul, never break the code
i don’t even know what happened
all of you n-gg-s ain’t fit for the hurdle
keep it 100 or f-ck out my circle
don’t need [?] ninja turtle
smokin’ jt by the tree on that purple
k!ller code made it k!ll
no [?] made it trill
poppin’ n-gg-s, not poppin’ pills
f-ck you and how you feel

[verse 3: [?]]
i’m in j rack where it goes down
[?] where we smoke pounds
if you want that beef, pull up on my street
big 2-2-3 you could [?] at me
you already know i’m ridin’ through the 4
[?] and he got the pole
young jaynes he gon’ really let it blow
young n-gg-s but we all really go
y’all know about the j
pull up with the k
e-day, broad day
midnight, let it spray
we don’t give a f-ck, feel it jaynes
you already know he let it bang
pull up like [?] and let it sw-ng
i ain’t even gotta f-ckin’ aim
40 glock, i let it bang
pull up on a different, i’ll let it spray

it’s nikegang

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