Above The Law records nigga (Above!)
Ay! Fuck nigga!
[Verse 1: Idontknowjeffery]
Pinky ring (look like a Ay)
Pinky ring look like I won in a major league
Slid on the opps now everybody afraid of me
Schedule our booking no bitch spend a day with me
Jeffery sell merch
Doc Jeffery cold like negative 8 degrees
Hollow tip shells
And if I go to hell I make Satan leave (gang!)
Smoking on opps turn a opp to a 8th of weed
Cheat on my bitch yeah I cheat on her faithfully
Can't name one thing a nigga gon' take from me
Live with your momma nigga, shut up and rake them leaves
Live with your Daddy ain't shit you can say to me
Nigga want smoke, fuck around and lace the weed
Smoking on opps I don't sell 'em (?)
[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
I'm just kicking shit, 10K on me I ain't even touch the stash
He 2, 3 deep no point in going to war he down in cement
I'm (?) run it up we getting on they neck, on they ass
He leave two with me right by the seat hit 'em like Vicodin
Just Memphis style (?) twenty time out of ten
That's 1300 to run the shit like how I'm styling it
I pop out just me nigga gon' step in your city I'm flexing bih
I'm to raw from the floor I can dap up with Ja Morant
You see where I'm standing at twenty minutes we landing
Mall in my closet look like the met
Bro got 30 (?) stack you up like a (?)
Nigga mad cause we been runnin' it back to back in they set
She like why I stunt so hard (?)
Me and the gas stepping so hard that we part of the taliban
(?) couple throwaway duds in a duffle bag
Don't gotta ask how we coming, it's obvious understood
Ay! Fuck nigga!
[Verse 1: Idontknowjeffery]
Pinky ring (look like a Ay)
Pinky ring look like I won in a major league
Slid on the opps now everybody afraid of me
Schedule our booking no bitch spend a day with me
Jeffery sell merch
Doc Jeffery cold like negative 8 degrees
Hollow tip shells
And if I go to hell I make Satan leave (gang!)
Smoking on opps turn a opp to a 8th of weed
Cheat on my bitch yeah I cheat on her faithfully
Can't name one thing a nigga gon' take from me
Live with your momma nigga, shut up and rake them leaves
Live with your Daddy ain't shit you can say to me
Nigga want smoke, fuck around and lace the weed
Smoking on opps I don't sell 'em (?)
[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
I'm just kicking shit, 10K on me I ain't even touch the stash
He 2, 3 deep no point in going to war he down in cement
I'm (?) run it up we getting on they neck, on they ass
He leave two with me right by the seat hit 'em like Vicodin
Just Memphis style (?) twenty time out of ten
That's 1300 to run the shit like how I'm styling it
I pop out just me nigga gon' step in your city I'm flexing bih
I'm to raw from the floor I can dap up with Ja Morant
You see where I'm standing at twenty minutes we landing
Mall in my closet look like the met
Bro got 30 (?) stack you up like a (?)
Nigga mad cause we been runnin' it back to back in they set
She like why I stunt so hard (?)
Me and the gas stepping so hard that we part of the taliban
(?) couple throwaway duds in a duffle bag
Don't gotta ask how we coming, it's obvious understood
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