ji beats - 500 bars
(verse 1: 1700kaash)
if it ain’t about the money, it’s a end of the discussion
light your homie up, brain dead, no recussion
h_ll yeah, up the musket, n_ggas thinkin’ that i’m russian
we don’t do the jumpin’, air it out, n_ggas runnin’
bussin’, n_gga, you ain’t thuggin’
lookin’ yeah we huntin’, yeah we from where it’s rugged
i just touched down on that n_gga, yeah i rushed him
his b_tch disappointed, don’t know why she even cuffed him
(verse 2: yung deco)
n_ggas ain’t outside, they be put up
on juice, n_ggas ain’t ever poppin’ out
arp flip a n_gga sh_t like a waffle house
juicе lord poppin’ sh_t, ballin’ like charles barkley
trap housе, h_lla babies, like good luck charlie
b_tch got waves like the ocean, i’m yellin’ out gnarly
tax a n_gga for that white girl, icarly
n_gga don’t want smoke, don’t end up in that dope, good bob marley
backpack, spray rounds, cost 500
posted up with gwap gang, we on 500
chase n_gga down like we bounty huntin’
leave a n_gga stankin’, like a batch of onions
(verse 3: ji)
leave a n_gga stankin’, like a batch of onions
500 dollar track shoes, i ain’t finna do no runnin’
500 all blues, b_tch, you better get to thumbin’
throw that b_tch on figueroa, if she ain’t come back with somethin’
b_tch you know it’s f_ck the feds until them n_ggas free my cousin
and i ain’t finna say a word, b_tch, what the f_ck is a discussion
hit a n_gga with a head tap, call that b_tch a concussion
5,000 dollars on my fit, b_tch, i am not bluffin’
(verse 4: yung prvsto)
f_ck around and smack the opp with an mcm belt
f_ck with the crew, that sh_t will get you depressed, go hang yourself
n_ggas be talkin’ like i won’t do somethin’
chasing cheese, your the cat, i’m the mouse
where my d_ck stay at? your b_tches mouth
i don’t travel but i got a b_tch in the south
me and my b_tches pockets full, 4 by 4, in & out
i’m doing 50_ speed limit, i gotta make this play
cuzzo called my phone saying “don’t take that route”
heard he been fighting b_tches, tell me what that’s about
i just put a perc in my soda, i’m so geeked out
doctors think i’m a junkie cuz my livers failing out
cops tryna investigate, i’m playing dumb, saying “what’s that about?”
b_tch tryna make some music, that sh_t garbage
someone tell him to get out the stu and get a real job
n_ggas sharing clothes, i swear y’all a bunch of clowns
steady try to hop in my lane, my .45 will knock your head off, b_tch
(knock your head off)
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