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jdot breezy - pysch'n out lyrics

[intro]
ayy
i’ll pull up, f_ckin’ at me, b_tch
this sh_t real life
they say i’m f_ckin’ trippin’, don’t diss my n_ggas
ayy, b_tch (yo, nick papz make it slap)
hm

[verse]
on his head, a ticket (ticket)
now that n_gga priceless (priceless)
n_ggas wanna try diss? b_tch, you know we strike sh_t (strike sh_t)
i just put that water on, b_tch, my fingers icy (they icy)
bro could turn that cutter on and leave a n_gga lifeless (lifeless)
bodies on me, b_tch (b_tch), blood around me, and it’s hole in four (hole in four)
‘member we was money_hungry, jay said, “let’s go kick a door” (kick a door)
spin a block just like a ferris wheel, ’round and ’round we go (we go)
play with me, replenish him, we check his temperature, that boy a ho (b_tch)
i just watched my brother eat five percs, what this n_gga on? (huh)
now these n_ggas (huh), they wanna buy a verse (huh), they washed_up and they old
latex gloves on top of the table, i don’t work in the stove, i’m workin’ the pole (work the pole)
told that boy that we gon’ clean his snot, wipe his f_ckin’ nose (wipe his nose)
super trim, i pull actin’ stupid, b_tch, i’m actin’ ruthless (huh)
step on them, they talkin’ ’bout war with me? on god, these n_ggas losin’ (they ass is losin’)
i ain’t whack nothin’, i been at home with all my kids, we watchin’ bluey (we watchin’ bluey)
pockets fat as f_ck, i got them bands, b_tch, lil’ jdot trollin’ (stupid)
rapper this and rapper that, i’ll up that pole, n_gga, bet i do it (n_gga, bet i do it)
camera off or camera on, i don’t give no f_cks, i’m still gon’ blow it (i’m still gon’ blow it)
micro drac’ look like a saxophone, i come through makin’ noise (makin’ noise)
pull up heatin’ sh_t, i snap a pic’ with glock like polaroid (boy)
ball on a b_tch, i dog a b_tch, don’t mention 6, i don’t f_ck with them (stupid)
we the type that like to run down, i wanna see blood on top my attempt (attempt)
r.i.p. ralo, that’s my thug, n_gga, that’s my blood, this sh_t for him (i hear you)
they woke a f_ckin’ monster, walk up on sh_t, put a k to his lip (buh, buh)
bro like, “dot, when you gon’ chill? get the f_ck up out the beef” (out the beef)
this the murder sh_t i sponsor, b_tch, we’ll slide down moncrief
wear sh_t up, it’s “f_ck that boy,” we put his b_tch ass on a tee (b_tch)
i’m at home, i’m paranoid, i got like three sticks when i sleep (i got like three)
f_ck it, murder for all since they won’t come for me (won’t come for me)
if heaven had a phone, i’d call ralo like, “bro, here go company” (what?)
drop that bag, they stomp for me
i’m bangin’ the drac’, it’s shakin’ the seats (shakin’ the seats)
a n_gga dissed me and now he missin’, we k!ll his ass for playin’ with me (stupid boy)
it’s plenty k!llings on this blood of mine, i know you heard of me (know you heard of me)
we pop up at your front door, broad day, it’s early, b (it’s early, b)
hm, call emergency (emergency)
911, it’s a murder scene (it’s a murder scene)
said that he gon’ murder me, now his white tee is burgundy (hahaha)
plenty chicken get you missin’, i got blues and i got green (green)
can’t fit this on that n_gga, i make these hoes go for me (they go for me)
skrrt off, take a n_gga b_tch, send that ho overseas (overseas)
got that ho bent over on a balcony, in her ovaries (in her ovaries)
f_ck these n_ggas, b_tch, i been on a murder spree (a murder spree)
b_tch, i’m g.i. breezy, i’m murder man, i get sh_t murked for free (murked for free)
but i’ll drop that bag if that sh_t ’bout lil’ leeke (n_gga)
or act a fool, on ralo, b_tch, you better not diss my b (i mean, f_ck, n_gga)

- jdot breezy lyrics

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