Neaky Pt. 3 Jay Hound

[Intro: Dae Hound, Jay Hound & Connie Mitchell]
Niggas know the fuckin' vibes, free the fuckin' guys, like, Whoopty
Whoopty
Damn, grrah, grrah, boom, nigga (Flashing lights)
Like, flock, flock

[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Oh, she movin' suspect, where we at?
Like, she think I came with no strap
All on her phone, think she textin' a Makk
Try to line me, ain't no makin' it back
Like, like, Mel Mel, why would you crash?
Put the 'Dot in the blunt, we could match
I heard these niggas be smokin' on GP
Why do they think that I'm not gon' react?
She be shakin' it, she throw it back
Oh, she gettin' neaky, that's a fact
I'm in the spot where the party bе jumpin' (Uh-huh)
She with Amia, she gon' leap on my lap (Grrah, grrah, boom)

[Verse: Jay Hound]
I ain't tryna gеt booked, I wasn't with it
I was outside doin' shit by my doley
He movin' crazy, think he a phony
Why, why would you fold? You was supposed to be brodie
I got people I don't know tryna own me
Askin' for favors, they don't even know me
I brought the Caddy to come do a drill
Totin' on Sally, but she tryna hold it (But she tryna hold it) (I was totin' on Sally, but she tryna—)
Gettin' money was always the mission
But lil' bro still stuck in his feelings
I was tryna click up on 'em, tryna kill 'em
If I came with my knock, word to bro, you was finished (Grrah, grrah)
Like, bro was on court, he was ballin' like Dennis (Like, word to bro)
Like, two shots, word to bro, you gon' feel it (TTGz do hits)