Neaky Jay Hound

[Intro]
She gettin' neaky, where she from? (Grrah, grrah)
So you know where to run, like
Grrah, grrah
Damn
Baow, baow, baow
Like, flock, flock

[Chorus]
Oh, she gettin' neaky, where she from? (Uh-huh)
Like, she tryna reach for my gun
I threw first, so he know where to run
Bro up knock tryna click out the drum (Grrah, boom)
Tryna line me, bitch, is you dumb?
She on my side, she havin' fun
Oh, she roll with shooters, she one of us (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse]
She put Notti and Dot in the blunt (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Bobby, Naz Loc, this shit punch
We on Seventh, why would you duck?
Yagi B, you was just jackin' it's up (Grrah, grrah)
Like, three deep when we went on a hunt
Lеnox, Seventh, both got touched
That's on bro, wе went ku on a—
We got opps that keep shit on a hush (Shh)
I told Nazzy to get him, he done (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Don't spin in no V, that shit get stuffed
Like, shoot the driver, they 'bout to blow up
Can't go like— so I keep it tucked
Few opps got— but won't keep it a buck
Body start heating, it's lit
I think I caught a rush when I flipped (Grrah, grrah)
But bro threw the beam on a— it ain't click, like
Fell back and I knew he was sick (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Dot Go, bitches doin' that hip shit
Where niggas at? That was it
I know why niggas hate us again (Uh-huh)
Like, grrah (Grrah, grrah, boom)