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jdot breezy – savage mode lyrics

[verse]
that b+tch wanna set me up, she mad that i don’t f+ck with her
but if she ever sent me, ar+15 just gon’ f+ck her up
no, i don’t give two f+cks, n+gga, i got blue bucks
shot him in his sh+t since his p+ssy ass bootin’ up
i’m a young, fly n+gga, f+ck throwin’ my shoes on
my shooters be on standby, wish a n+gga move wrong
ar with no stock and no kick, that b+tch two tone
spot a opp and pop his ass, these choppa bullets too long
i’m smoking gas, this zaza pack is too strong
might run off with yo’ sh+t, we gon’ home invade when you home
got me a b+tch, first i f+ck her then i move on
[?] hit a stain so after s+x, ho, put your shoes on
beat a n+gga block like a drum with the .76
to this b+tch, knock out yo’ lungs
we gon’ come and get you, b+tch, we jugg sh+t for fun
run up on him with the k and put that b+tch on his tongue, gang
these n+ggas, they be lying, they diss me for the fame
n+ggas really out here dying ’cause they speaking on the gang
i advise to shut the f+ck up, b+tch and stay off in your lane
[?] medics find your brain
had to fingerf+ck the chopper, that’s why all them bullets came
pull up on a n+gga block, i bet his shirt gon’ have a stain
if i’m hoppin’ out the car, i bet i let this ar sang
run it down, know what the name
throw them nade and f+ck your range
now his goofy ass dead, he got hit all in the brain
got my d+ck off in her stomach, yeah, she already came
shots fired, boom, boom, yeah, they hit his mains
man, these n+ggas ain’t drillin’, we the real getbackgang
all these rookie ass rappers tryna rap like me
but they ain’t never stood behind a heater and clapped like me
i’m a prodigy, you’re p+ssy, boy, it ain’t that hard to see
these b+tches jockin’ me on instagram, boy, yo’ ho follow me
there ain’t no stoppin’ me, these n+ggas, they love pocket watchin’ me
i get you hit for free but no n+gga want have to drill for me
but they secure for me so for the gang, you know i k!ll for free
this sh+t instilled in me and whatever it k!llin, buildin’ me
they talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ me, they better know i keep my steel with me
we on a winnin’ streak, i love the streets but won’t go in the streets
you get a [?], got two .23’s and you get ten apiece
your b+tch be feelin’ me, her groupie ass just want a pic with me, gang
n+ggas better stop playing like we don’t really swing blocks
n+ggas better stop actin’, like he can catch that headshot
bodies in my city, got this drill sh+t in a headlock
hit him with that cut, i make a n+gga whole head bop

- jdot breezy lyrics

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