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jace! - stay lit lyrics

[intro]
(i’m working on dying, bnyx)

[chorus]
get down, n_gga it’s a drill
too many glocks, send shots, get popped like a pill
the money got me shocked like an eel
pull up onside that b_tch, shoot it up, shoot it up
these n_ggas know i do not f_ck with these n_ggas
i’m counting figures, getting bigger and sh_t
that’s a headshot brodie, on side him, he assist
that’s a glock with a switch and that b_tch got a stick
i don’t call it no d_ck, you can miss that sh_t
we gon’ spin through quick, get hit, get zipped
my drip don’t zip, i’ma pour up six
rocking with a thirty round mag and a sk clip
don’t fall off, b_tch you best stay lit
she shaking ass, got her bed stay[ing] lit
up on his chain, should of kept they sh_t
more jace, less tony, n_gga bang_bang b_tch

[verse]
i don’t f_ck with n_ggas, i’m ebk
i got the kkk toting kk’s n_gga
take that boy out like a play date n_gga
give him six out the nine, no treyway n_gga
big ass blunt with big ass balenciaga runners on
i’ma keep pouring out the bottle
she got a real ass, she a model
n_gga tried to run so we caught up with him, tripped him and caught him
spot him, we got him, we spot him, we dropped him
we be with the opposites, spin through, pop him
top kid notorious, call me big papa
i still got my oppa_stompa for the drama
i’m still a baller and that dollar on her make her holla
and i feel like the sh_t, pop my collar up
and i still think sometimes i’m a problem
[chorus]
get down, n_gga it’s a drill
too many glocks, send shots, get popped like a pill
the money leave me shocked like an eel
pull up onside that b_tch, shoot it up, shoot it up
these n_ggas know i do not f_ck with these n_ggas
i’m counting figures, getting bigger and sh_t
that’s a headshot brodie, on side him, he assist
that’s a glock with a switch and that b_tch got a stick
i don’t call it no d_ck, you can miss that sh_t
we gon’ spin through quick, get hit, get zipped
my drip don’t zip, i’ma pour up six
rocking with a thirty round mag and a sk clip
don’t fall off, b_tch you best stay lit
she shaking ass, got her bed stay[ing] lit
up on his chain, should of kept they sh_t
more jace, less tony, n_gga bang_bang b_tch

- jace

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