finning for murder - jdot breezy lyrics
[intro]
(ayy, zay, this sh*t too crazy)
yeah
aye, aye, aye, aye
i’m saying tho, like
aye
this n*ggas talking so f*cking tough
n*gga
(turn me up, trad)
b*tch ass n*gga
aye
[verse]
i fiend for murder n*gga (b*tch)
n*ggas know i’m with it
stand on business, got my murder n*ggas by me with it (by me with it)
they gon’ think the draco ain’t come semi, watch the way i hit it (i hit it)
can’t slide on a opp when i was ‘posed to go pay for my pending (my pending)
b*tch ass n*gga dissing gang, your gang ’round here panicking (panicking)
send a rabbit, trick for kids, and we k!ll all the city b*tch (city b*tch)
choppa hit your whip, then we dip, now your ceiling missing (ceiling missing)
rock with them, get flipped, that’s your tip, make a smart decision (bow)
might my change my name to choppaman, we pull up and we chop his ass (chop his ass)
i wanna see their hair bob, so hold on, wait, don’t hit the gas (don’t hit the gas)
ralo told me run them down, i did that and dumped the mag (?)
he ain’t see me creep up, i know he like “this n*gga fast” (?)
sosa had got me a drac’, that sh*t turnt my savage up (savage up)
posted outside every day, dare a n*gga clap at us (p*ssy)
one n*gga was bold, me and fourbrazy done clapped it up (goofy, bow, bow)
crash n*gga, he thought he was pulling up (stupid b*tch)
put a opp in a box, tell ’em pack him up (yeah)
[?] hear my n*ggas call themselves the green bay packers*or*sum (hahaha)
my n*ggas wears smackers, get you smacked for trying to rep on sum (rep on sum)
call your ass a capper, cap ass n*gga never stepped on nun (lil’ b*tch)
my lil’ brother sat there solid for two years, he ain’t gone stay (nah)
kept it closed like he should, i thank the lord for him today (shh)
[?] ten bands in total, run it up, stay out the way
f*ck them hoes, this b*tches play a role, it’s best to play it safe (play it safe)
now i’m back up on that bullsh*t
riding with a full clip (uh*huh)
forty shots in it, hit that target in my [?] (ugh)
n*ggas they be hoes, throwing shade on that dual sh*t (ugh)
pop an x, [?], that other sh*t on [?]
n*ggas act like they won’t die, get k!lled for that cool sh*t (b*tch)
out the window with my drac’, my clip look like a pole stick (p*ssy)
n*gga f*ck your army, b*tch we wonder where your shooter been
them n*ggas don’t want it, they know kuku gang some hooligans (yeah)
n*gga know we stupid, get up with any n*gga that get in my f*cking way, f*ck your gang, f*ck what you bang, f*ck where you from, it’s up with any n*gga and we gon’ stand on that n*gga, that f*cking business (bow, bow, bow)
let go
get me out my f*cking top, like i ain’t got no mind (ain’t got no mind)
run ’em down, if i ain’t by myself, i got two n*ggas on the blind (two n*ggas on the blind)
say he did something to me, now jdot beat, nah a n*gga lying (nah a n*gga lying)
b*tch i’m smokin’ ass for free, n*gga mention leek, then a n*gga dying
cat and mouse, hide and go seek, this n*ggas play games and they hide (?)
to this day, a n*gga still banging pistols, lil chicken n*ggas get fried (bow, bow, bow)
screaming f*ck a n*gga, tryna run up with him, tell him bring his ass outside (run up)
we get up with ’em, won’t duck n*gga, we here n*gga, this sh*t live
[outro]
yeah
srt
yeah n*gga, yeah, that’s what you wanna do, we gonna do it
srt
srt put n*ggas on a shirt
srt
we just hit your mans, we just hit your mans and those [?] too
rw sh*t man
gang gang gang
kuku gang sh*t
yeah
(frr frr, frr, frr)
srt on every glock
[?] of these motherf*ckin’ heads [?] my top
rest up ralo, rest up meek, rest up lil’ john
srt on every glock
gang sh*t
they just freak out, b*tch, n*gga
they just freak out
srt on every glock
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