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jtć mariø – no holding back lyrics

(chorus)
ain’t you like 20 years old and you still be living with your mama?
now you wanna come after me, do you really wanna start this drama?
i do not know about you but my chopper spit just like a llama
nigga, you must not be future cause you ain’t spitting up no commas
my gun got more lead than a pencil
it’ll draw you a nigga, no stencil
your -ss is sounding real special
it’s sounding like you got issues
wanna cry? need a tissue?
nigga, i am not with you
because i’m jtc, nigga
you shouldn’t of started this diss

(verse 1)
name on the bullet with the locked on aim
get shot, get shot, get shot
don’t get hit like a dodgeball game
nigga we gone make it to the top
we gone make it up, we ain’t never coming down
taking over starting with one town
sometimes when the sun don’t shine and the sun down
i’ma f-cking run down
i gotta d-ck and your girl wanna use it
she be riding to the rhythm of the music
nigga, i’ma ball like a girl with a new wig
battles of the beast, i’ma beast in the booth b-tch
beast in the east, got the booth on lock
green light for a nigga who won’t stop
i be popping for the team, got the ruger and the glock
shooters on tour, got the shooters on the spot
hope you ready for a nigga, when i pull up with the grippers, when i pull up on a trigger, when i shoot that glock
be your worst day on your birthday, call that shit a earthquake nigga how i move that spot
got the heat a miller when i shoot that nine
better bring your people and your crew gone die
we could wet them up like the water in the pool, no lie
we smoke them like a 3.5
when the heat go bang and the bang on bang
then shoot a motherf-cker, free throw range
all these niggas know is trap like a migo gang
hit a shot one time, that’s a three point play
no games

(verse 2)
it took nights and days nigga
he mad i started the wave up
last nigga that i was cool with
he the first nigga that gave up
how the hell you gone blame us?
we came up and everybody got flamed up
post up, back down when i face up
everybody wanna beat down, better raise up
man, i just want half in a ziplock
i’m on the road with no pitstops
tryna stop my journey? it’s a rap for these niggas, no hip hop
nigga you opp, you my enemy
put them in a box just like kennedy
we going straight to the stop because we got this stuff on lock like a felony
some of my niggas on rikers
some of my niggas on righteous
you good, everybody start hating, f-ck what they say
they ain’t gotta like us
they talking shots but we ain’t talking snipers
everybody moving but we ain’t talking vipers
gotta move like a automobile, got your girl riding like she rode with the bikers

- jtc mario lyrics

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