Upcoming Concerts for Jdot Breezy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jdot Breezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacourey Rivers
Songwriter
Lyrics
Look, **** diss me and got shit in his shit
He say he smokin' Ralo, man, Foolio a bitch
I'll pull up on the six 'cause my Glock got a dick
But I'll jump out with the Drac' and run him down and take a piss
How you rap 'bout gangster shit, but you ain't ever did a hit?
Why you talk 'bout killin' people? You ain't ever shot no stick
And I wouldn't claim that shit if I was from the six
That **** Zay spit in your face, and he punched you in your shit
Ain't no **** from the play, but I ain't no bitch 'cause I'm not one
All them **** talkin' 'bout a stick but ain't got one
How you call this man a stepper, but this **** never shot none?
Their water laid down, fled the scene, heard the cops comin'
Bitch, but it's Bibby in my blunt, I might try to mix Dank
'Nietri turned into some runts
Hop out on a **** block, and I made his ass run
How you smokin' on my dawg and your body count ain't one?
Ralo died with a FN.?
Well, Bibby died with his gun
Nietri ass in the grave, why they speakin' on Lil Jon?
Teki ass got slayed, he ain't have a chance to run
And I won't speak on thirty-five, P-four K his ass done
Bronem made something shake with the Drac' and had fun with it
Went to church last week, pussy bitch, I had my gun with me
I don't wanna hit that hoe, that pussy bad man I'm done with it
Four-five got a dick and that drac got a tongue in it
Bro just hit a **** ass with the fuckin' K
I can speak on what ADs knows, ADs punched his face
You be kissin' on that hoe, she ate the gang, how it taste?
Find out they outside and swing the flame like it's mace
Heart-stopper, big choppa, bitch, my Glock like the-
I shot a trap down, make a **** never see pop
I ain't really sellin' shit man, you know that shit re-rock
A **** get them bands then go cop a plain g-shock
J-D-O-T, Dra-co is on me
I'll blow a **** down, shoot a **** in his teeth
Run that **** ass down just for speakin' on me (bitch)
R-A-L-O, rest up, Ra-lo
Choppa make a **** lock, like he in a figure four
Put that iron to his mind and just let that bitch blow (bitch)
****, I know how we fuckin' rockin' ****
Like cut-out style, 'cause there ain't no kush in my pocket
Just big bankrolls and dirty Dracos
Shooters on point they gon' move when I say so
Lil Jock in the cut, he gon' fuck around and give you a halo
Ha-ha
Bitch, I'm back
****, I know how we fuckin' rockin'
Fuck the opps, six K shit ****
Gang shit ****
State-champ shit ****
****, I know how I'm fuckin' rockin' ****, playin' football ****
Won state-champ ****, don't get your stupid ass ran down stupid ass, boy
Come here
Written by: Jdot Breezy