Get Up On’em Jdot Breezy (Ft. Spinabenz)

[Intro]
(Thanks, Yakree)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
Go
Go, go

[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
Get up on him with that motherfucker, get the job done
Nigga, we the problem, so don't motherfuckin' try us
Boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
Niggas said they wanted war, so I went out to buy guns
Tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, nigga, try somethin'
Nigga, get your bitch, I don't want her, she is triflin'
Fuck her, then I dip, I'm tryna one night somethin'
He got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one

[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]
He can catch this .556, AR, Dracs, and Glocks with dicks
AR got that extra lead, long barrel, no kick
Told his ass stay out the way, but he still got his brain hit
I done got some monеy and some fame, I'm still the samе jit
I won't change up, nah, but my artillery do, that's facts
Niggas scared to come outside 'cause if they do, we makin' packs
See the crowd, pick one out, I just let that chopper latch
.223 gon' run him down and make his fuckin' egg hatch
Pick off mine, we pick it back
Niggas lyin' 'bout body stats
Them niggas ain't turnt like that
Them niggas 'round there gettin' whacked
Duck, duck, goose, these niggas both
Ol' duck-ass niggas gettin' quacked
I done hit up plenty niggas, on Ralo, boy, and that's a fact