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bacc active - jy baby lyrics

[intro]
f*ck that d*ck ridin sh*t ya’ll n*ggas be doing
i’ll smack the f*ck outta all y’all
n*ggas ain’t on sh*t’
kev, stop cappin on the net that sh*t ain’t funny n*gga
i’ll smack the f*ck outta you, ur mom, and ur dad keep playing wit me b*tch ass n*gga
and all that d*ck riding sh*t u was doing, that sh*t straight gay n*gga
i’ll smack the f*ck outta all of ya’ll n*ggas
this sh*t not even funny stop cappin on the f*ckin net
and f*ck them dead n*ggas inna spliff, fucc them n*ggas
fucc 9 n*gga
come do me sum

[verse]
i’m tryna (f*ck scotti), i’m tryna get him tryna see where he at
he was talkin’ that sh*t now he duckin that rec
he gon catch him a hickey get shots to the neck
we comin wit .9’s and we comin wit techs
that n*gga better calm down fo’ we make his rest
scotti was runnin he got stabbed in the chest
trayvon a b*tch he went out to the tech
catch lil zy you know he go missin’
he said jy scared that sh*t really fiction
y’all n*ggas be bluffin’ they not really spinnin’
you saw me outside yo ass got to b*tchin’
i catch kdot he better start cl!ckin’
these bullets gon get him his skin get to rippin’
you was scared for your life you ain’t really wit it
name one time y’all n*ggas got hits in
keep on dd, i’m sendin you up
he beefing with girls and thinkin’ he tough
these n*ggas really gay let’s keep it a buck
when i hop out that car yo ass better duck
kidnap his ass, put his ass in the trunk
tie his ass up’ stuff him in the trunk
tell yo lil brother’ that n*gga a punk (i’m tryna)
tell him watch his ass he smell like a skunk (i’m tryna)
i’m tryna *, i’m tryna hop out hit him in his sh*t
when i got in his face that p*ssy n*gga flinched
100 shots to his head leave that n*gga drinched
you claim you got bodies that n*gga f*ckin snitched
never hopped out the car you never took no risk
you know you a snake you f*ckin switched
you come to my blocked you get yo ass switched
i catch yo ass i’m shooting you in the head
scotti a b*tch that f*ck n*gga dead
these n*ggas be snitches talkin to the feds
aim at ya top, hit a n*gga dreads
made his limp hit him in the leg
the baby is grump send his ass to bed
n*gga a b*tch he don’t got no hat
stop all that talkin cause you know you cap
these n*gga be talkin*
(holdup, i gotta get this sh*t real quick)
dae you a b*tch you know a lame
tryna diss on the net ain’t gettin no fame
i catch yo mama’ i make her gimme brain
you know you a b*tch stay in yo note
kdot a b*tch get the f*ck out my face
walk yo ass down hit you wit the drac
[outro]
like i said n*gga come do me sum
y’all n*ggas dissed me thought this sh*t was gon be sweet
i responded in 24 f*ckin hours b*tch ass n*gga
you got 24 hours to respond b*tch ass n*gga
i swear to god i’m smack the f*ck outta you when i see you b*tch

- jy baby lyrics

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