It’s Time Jay Hound & Kenny Capone

[Intro]
(Danney, you're amazing)
(Tell Sixty run the beat back)
(Jondior)
(The following is a M3TTA meditation)
(Ayo, Double, you—)

[Chorus: Jay Hound]
I think I feel it, let me get by
Ootin' for Tony, my Parker a 9
All-black suited, they know when it's time
I got the drop, opp thot on my line
Do, do the hit, watch bro do the drivin'
Bro threw shots at that boy on the left side
Oh, that's the driver? Well, he a dead guy
I'm on that block tryna take what ain't mine
Ooter was swearin', he told me he cried
He threw on a beam, so I know why they died
Oh, he think he chillin'? I'll be a surprise
When I pop out, I watch all of them fly
They do bad, so they think it's a tie
I thought the bullets connected his spine
He probably hot, bro-bro, he alive
My ooter accuracy higher than mine

[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
Wanna chill on this block? It's a fine
Think he got low 'cause he hoppin' them gates
These bullets is jumpin' way higher than Ja
Gun talk, he don't wanna respond
Gunpowder make a nigga high
Bro started flickin', he tryna get—
Like bro started flickin', he tryna get by
I brought the phone on the drill, so we live
Ratty, Fatty, both of them fried
They wanna smoke on the bros, I don't know why
Like I don't be buggin' like Steph in his prime