Jdot Breezy - First Week Out

(Gang... Haha all shit I'm back in this bitch you know its lil Jdot)

These niggas already know how we fucking rocking
Like cutoff stockings
Aint no kush in my pocket just big bankroll and dirty drakos
Shooters on point they gon shoot when i say so
Lil Jaq in the cut he gonna fuck around and give you a halo

Ima start this off by saying boy we on yo ass
Doing that instagram thugging for them hoes and your fans
You don't type how you act you gonna get your ass blamed
Round here repping like you stepping you ain't even in your bag
You ain't even got a body ima send you with your mans
Last nigga tried to play i left his ass where he stand
Should've killed his fucking dog but his pussy ass ran
You don't get no respect cause your goody ass ran
My driver swung the door
I hopped out and up'd the score
Hit his ass a couple times it ain't empty bang some more
Put these halos in his throat how many hit i say about four
Its here cases on the scene i mask up they ain't gonna know
Counting old money new money i got blue hundreds
Stomp a nigga ass out
Boy this glock like 200 hundred
Catch that nigga air it out
I know he wont shoot nothing
You know that nigga killed your dawg and you still ain't do nothing
Up the stick its a whole hundred
You a whole dummy
Finna wipe the nigga nose i think the nigga nose running
Freaky bitch she gonna eat the dick
She got a nigga cumming
Sorry baby I'll be home later I've been road running
Ayy why this nigga faking acting like i owe him something
Its ok go grab the K i'm finna show this nigga something
Nigga huh i'm like nigga what you gonna step on who
Catch you lacking bitch its cracking swear to god you better shoot
Nigga we can get up since you wanna get tuff
223's hit his intestines make him pick his shit up
She like Jdot pull my hair she want me to get rough
Smoke a pound dick her down she know i got that good stuff
You know i saw his ass walking so i hopped out the truck
He tried to run i hit his lungs 223's tripped him up
Hit his ass like six times but i guess its his luck
Them nigga know i did it i just don't give two fucks
Im wild as the fuck
Bitch you shoot at ducks cause they hoes take your poles an come light your street up
Sherwood the real double O tell me why you stole they stuff
You a clown you want clout haha you don't get enough
Im in the back with a mac with lil Jaq in the cut
If i cant get you lil bro will
Ackafool fuck him up
Thats your hoe she for the team i watched leeke stuff her guts
You out here loving on that thot an that thot getting fucked
Been hanging off the drugs i'mon all types of stuff
I got two drivers an zayy an baby j in the cut
They gonna get me out the jam bitch i done seen enough
So ima spin on your shit until i feel like its enough
You a rat an you telling but I don't give a fuck
Cause all rats gotta die you just ain't gone that's just your luck
Ready for armagedon nothing but choppers in this truck
223's start flying i advise you too duck
Bitch we switch chasing that car
Thats most likely gonna get stuck
Have bronem on your ass they gonna buck you for them bucks

(You know its rest up Jay its Raloway
Aint nobody safe mamas gonna cry today
Jdot hop out with that K
Jaq clear the scene
Why Baby J do the race fuck nigga)

Written by:
DASANI WRIGHT, JACOUREY RIVERS

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