[Intro: EG Sweep]
(Jays Too Hard)
[?]
[Haha, Got eem’ ]
[Verse 1: EG Sweep]
Just bend through that strip, I'm bout to creep through and light up his block
Fever with me, thats 2 Glocks, bullets start flicking until that boy drop
Shot after shot, no I'm not playin
Bitch I'm the reaper like fuck is you sayin?
Shot to his head, it left him brainless
Shout out to Ldot he dead in that pavement
Bend through with 18th, I think I see dell
He better run before he meet his maker
Ayo bro, just pass me the ball, I'ma start flockin like I'm Jayson Tatum
30. on me, I'm not tryna box
He tryna reach or end up in that box
Get back is a must, so boy keep ya head up, like better watch out for that Glock
Time keep on ticking I'm telling bro watch
Pull up and hop out and throw in the spot
Bet whеn I leave, a body gone drop
Bеt you I throw if he yell ewokk
[Verse 1: Jay5ive]
Double hand on the gun, I blitzing these bullets
Fly ooter walk him down in mikes
I start throwing shots through these new denim tears
Do you know what I did just to get to his block?
Blood, shit, sweat, tears
I see me a opp start clickin’ off the bike
I start praying and hope that nobody near
Two deep was trying to catch a pd
A bitch gonna leave but my gun never leave me
Brodie, don't you bring up the Ewee
Shot through his back while I'm yelling out "sleazy"
Nigga, like we done did him sleazy
Eli shot, neaky
Nigga Weldon a rat, word to my deads got the dot
Worda bro I always been a starter
If he think I play for that team tell him guard him
These niggas on dick I call them peter parker
And I cannot wait for G to come and park em
And she want a dollar but I'm not her father
Like he tried to reach and know this gun a barker
He don't gotta ask he know that I'ma spark him
I hope that I see a makk while I'm in Carver
Nigga, I might empty the room
I'm in Fosta looking for the goons
I think he right there, back out and boom
[?]
Free Dot niggas know what we do
Free Naz Mr. Flick at ya boo
Free G who did they oot?
Like where was they at when we went to the Woo
Tried to play with my block? mysterious
Said he throwing at 5ive? I'm curious
Think that she boutta’ line me she not serious
Now there's blood on the bitch she think she got her period
(Jays Too Hard)
[?]
[Haha, Got eem’ ]
[Verse 1: EG Sweep]
Just bend through that strip, I'm bout to creep through and light up his block
Fever with me, thats 2 Glocks, bullets start flicking until that boy drop
Shot after shot, no I'm not playin
Bitch I'm the reaper like fuck is you sayin?
Shot to his head, it left him brainless
Shout out to Ldot he dead in that pavement
Bend through with 18th, I think I see dell
He better run before he meet his maker
Ayo bro, just pass me the ball, I'ma start flockin like I'm Jayson Tatum
30. on me, I'm not tryna box
He tryna reach or end up in that box
Get back is a must, so boy keep ya head up, like better watch out for that Glock
Time keep on ticking I'm telling bro watch
Pull up and hop out and throw in the spot
Bet whеn I leave, a body gone drop
Bеt you I throw if he yell ewokk
[Verse 1: Jay5ive]
Double hand on the gun, I blitzing these bullets
Fly ooter walk him down in mikes
I start throwing shots through these new denim tears
Do you know what I did just to get to his block?
Blood, shit, sweat, tears
I see me a opp start clickin’ off the bike
I start praying and hope that nobody near
Two deep was trying to catch a pd
A bitch gonna leave but my gun never leave me
Brodie, don't you bring up the Ewee
Shot through his back while I'm yelling out "sleazy"
Nigga, like we done did him sleazy
Eli shot, neaky
Nigga Weldon a rat, word to my deads got the dot
Worda bro I always been a starter
If he think I play for that team tell him guard him
These niggas on dick I call them peter parker
And I cannot wait for G to come and park em
And she want a dollar but I'm not her father
Like he tried to reach and know this gun a barker
He don't gotta ask he know that I'ma spark him
I hope that I see a makk while I'm in Carver
Nigga, I might empty the room
I'm in Fosta looking for the goons
I think he right there, back out and boom
[?]
Free Dot niggas know what we do
Free Naz Mr. Flick at ya boo
Free G who did they oot?
Like where was they at when we went to the Woo
Tried to play with my block? mysterious
Said he throwing at 5ive? I'm curious
Think that she boutta’ line me she not serious
Now there's blood on the bitch she think she got her period
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