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JG Riff
Performer
Ayinde Morris
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ayinde Morris
Songwriter
Lyrics
I was sleep, it's five in the morning
I heard from a bitch they tryna get up on me
She only call when she horny
I threw it twice in the morning
Poker face, put it all in
Don't talk on the phone when they call in
JG4L, bitch, we all in
The chickens like running like tall slim
Shorty, she green, Boston, huh
I get the money, I'm all in
Bitch on my dick, she keep calling, huh
I get the money, not falling
I get the money, I'm lit, bitch
And I be toting the stick, bitch
.30 on me, it's a fit bitch
Talking shit, then I'ma hit shit
You on the field, watch it hit stick
Can't talk to that boy, he got loose lips
Keep sending them threats, ain't gon' do shit
Glock .27 with two clips
JG4L ain't no movement
We eating good like we Ruth Chris
Hop out, walk down, shoot shit
If he run down, we shoot shit
Hop out, walk down, do it
Mop out, Glock out, shoot it
Don't talk 'bout what you're doing
Just get money, just do it, huh
Nike, I just do it, huh
Your bitch, she eat it, chew me, huh
I should star in a movie
All you little **** goofy
Don't got time for pussy
She gave me head in the movies
I need some Gucci and Louis
Spit the truth like I'm Gucci
We ride the Gucci boochie
I lick her oochie coochie
Slutty boy, don't call me Oochie
My bitch, she think I'm clueless
Pop a gram of that ____, uh
Close my eyes, I think about Karreuche
Blue hundreds on me like I'm Tookie
Spaniard with the belt, like Imported
Seen your fly, ****, I just took it
You can die by how you looking
Shake him up, now he's shooken
Fry a ****, now he cooking
**** be talking that money shit, aye
You ain't no go-getter
Pussy bluffing, you ain't no hitter
Pulled up on him, I'ma blow ****
He talking like he know ****
She only want money, she gold digging
I don't feel him, I don't fuck with him
If I don't speak, then I don't fuck witcha
Think I'm bluffing, I'ma show, ****
RIP Black, RIP Glo, ****
Play with the gang we gon' deal with you
Rest in peace Jugg and Choke, ****
Pull up, get smoked ****
Free smoke, free smoke, ****
We giving out testers on the block
Free coke, free coke, ****
We dropping like fifty on your block
Unload, reload, ****
It ain't no standing on the block
Hundred shots, get low, ****
All they keep talking on Instagram
And Wolly with me, let's go, ****
If they keep talking on the 'gram
Slide on 'em, ****, go get 'em
Gotta pull up on a ****
He died with him 'cause he rode with him
Aye, caught his ass in traffic
We let him live, he had his kids with him
Aye, I wish we would've did it
Glizzy on me, let his kids get it
Aye, shorty, he the bid
Don't make a difference, we gon' still get him
Aye, two plus two equals four
One bitch, I need two more
Three dogs in a four door
Five bitches in a trap door
Six **** in a traphouse
Seven bitches at the Gaylord
Eight junkies at the traphouse
One tester, but I make 'em pay for it
Written by: Ayinde Morris