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Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with me, turn up
Rank one, yeah, ayy, ayy
Play with that youngin, that nigga gon' bomb
Run up that sack, give that shit to my mom
Plugged in with the fashion, this shit came from Tom
I came from the mud, this shit took some time
I remix the drank and serve it like he blind
Put dick in your bitch, that lil bitch be cryin'
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with me, turn up
Rank one, yeah, ayy, ayy
Play with that youngin, that nigga gon' bomb
Run up that sack, give that shit to my mom
Plugged in with the fashion, this shit came from Tom
I came from the mud, this shit took some time
I remix the drank and serve it like he blind
Put dick in your bitch, that lil bitch be cryin'
I still go the past like I press rewind
Give me that head, baby come with your mind
Too many bustdown, make them hoes wait in line
We know you broke lil bitch, you just fine
And I went up like a balloon
The pack is sealed like a cocoon
I'm a young ass nigga, I'm a young tycoon
We hunt them niggas, they life gon' be doomed
I left that bitch, she ain't match my speed
I'm a star, walk in the club, no ID
She love me, eat me, P-I-E
If you try to jack you gon' D-I-E
We took his gas, left his ass on E
Brand new glizzy, I got it from D
I'm full of that drank, pull over, gotta pee
I come with the draco, I heard it had peas
You don't know how to shoot, boy go to the gun range
Give me that head, baby come with your mind
Too many bustdown, make them hoes wait in line
We know you broke lil bitch, you just fine
And I went up like a balloon
The pack is sealed like a cocoon
I'm a young ass nigga, I'm a young tycoon
We hunt them niggas, they life gon' be doomed
I left that bitch, she ain't match my speed
I'm a star, walk in the club, no ID
She love me, eat me, P-I-E
If you try to jack you gon' D-I-E
We took his gas, left his ass on E
Brand new glizzy, I got it from D
I'm full of that drank, pull over, gotta pee
I come with the draco, I heard it had peas
You don't know how to shoot, boy go to the gun range
Big bad wolf, I let my nuts hang
Come to PE, we gon' shoot through your Mustang
White red Hellcat, it's like a candy cane
Stop callin' my phone
Your bitch got wet, had to put up some cones
My hair really nappy, I need me a comb
Spin a bin, put six in his dome
Bitch drop off the package and then get it gone
My ears keep poppin', you know that I flown
Why they sayin' glocky? these fuck niggas clones
Read through your bitch like Junie B. Jones
Touchdown ooh, Julio Jones
Mafia shit like Al Capone
You don't come around 'cause you know that you told
Droppin' off pints, had to go on the road
I sit down and go out to eat
Smokin' big woods on the penthouse balcony
Come to PE, we gon' shoot through your Mustang
White red Hellcat, it's like a candy cane
Stop callin' my phone
Your bitch got wet, had to put up some cones
My hair really nappy, I need me a comb
Spin a bin, put six in his dome
Bitch drop off the package and then get it gone
My ears keep poppin', you know that I flown
Why they sayin' glocky? these fuck niggas clones
Read through your bitch like Junie B. Jones
Touchdown ooh, Julio Jones
Mafia shit like Al Capone
You don't come around 'cause you know that you told
Droppin' off pints, had to go on the road
I sit down and go out to eat
Smokin' big woods on the penthouse balcony
We in the field but don't got no cleats
I keep a K 'cause these fuck niggas after me
I know that I make these fuck niggas jealous
Ain't worried 'bout shit, we gon' blow like propellers
We be talkin' cut-throat, don't send letters
We takin' bread so please don't let us
Your bitch smokin' cigarettes, that bitch stressin'
My bitch wear LV, we livin' blessed
I'm back on that fuck shit, you know the rest
You come off some tough shit, we takin' your breath
The left ain't feel right, killed him and left
I'm sippin' good off the top of the shelf
I'm top tier
Lil brother the devil, he don't have fears
We seekin' revenge, we don't shed tears
I keep a K 'cause these fuck niggas after me
I know that I make these fuck niggas jealous
Ain't worried 'bout shit, we gon' blow like propellers
We be talkin' cut-throat, don't send letters
We takin' bread so please don't let us
Your bitch smokin' cigarettes, that bitch stressin'
My bitch wear LV, we livin' blessed
I'm back on that fuck shit, you know the rest
You come off some tough shit, we takin' your breath
The left ain't feel right, killed him and left
I'm sippin' good off the top of the shelf
I'm top tier
Lil brother the devil, he don't have fears
We seekin' revenge, we don't shed tears
Pull up to your spot, we killin' our peers
We pull up and shoot like the old Paul Pierce
It's a jugg on the way, let me know when you here
Thank God I'm the man, they gon' come from the rear
We made the crash like they drivin' off beer
We took all the shit and ran off on them queers
Yeah, back at it nigga
Hah, back at it but your ho a crack addict, hah
Yeah, new money, gang gang, yeah
Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff
We pull up and shoot like the old Paul Pierce
It's a jugg on the way, let me know when you here
Thank God I'm the man, they gon' come from the rear
We made the crash like they drivin' off beer
We took all the shit and ran off on them queers
Yeah, back at it nigga
Hah, back at it but your ho a crack addict, hah
Yeah, new money, gang gang, yeah
Ayy let me hear that ho Jeff
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