Massachusetts Most Wanted (Long Live Jonas)

Ye I'm up, in the city that I run
I could do this shit 4 fun
Hit the club, nd then I stunt
(And then I stunt!, aye!)

Pussies (Always) actin' tough
Love to make 'em run
Like my bb love her blunt
(Who want the smoke, aye)

I stay bringing in the funds
Don't fuck with these 1's
So I had to run it up
(Run it up, aye)

And i swear this shits a bop
Fiji made the beat
Had him working off the clock
(Oh my gawd, aye)

And we both fucking young
Bitches getting drunk
It be turnt up in the club
(Turn us up, aye)

Now the scene going dumb
Bitches showing ass
And my man's all tryna fuck

Aye
Aye don't juju on that beat aye
Girl go ride up on that d aye
Aye don't juju on that beat aye
Girl go ride up on that d aye
(Skrtt!!!)

Aye, she gon' ride it like a pro
Knew that she hoe
When she was sucking out my soul

She bust it down to her toes
Told her arch her back
Grab her ass & strike a pose
(Strike a pose aye)

Damn her twerk game so elite aye
She be ridin' like a freak aye
Should've put her on a leash aye
Not yours she for the streets aye

You know me
I stay murdering these beats
Never caught a charge
But i'm killer in these sheets

Screaming Jonas Rest In Peace
Jonas Rest In Peace
But i'm still not 03

Whatchu repping
Why you fake repping
You the type to hold her purse
But not to hold a Smith & wesson
(Lil bitch!!!)

What happened
Tell me what happened
Find the fucking shooter
& Its murder when we catch him
(On my moms)

Ye I said it
& I fucking meant it
You gotta keep on living
For all the ones who couldn't manage
(R.i.p)

Lot of practice
Survived a lot of bad shit
To become a fucking savage
& Still spread a good message
(Keep it g)

You know me
My name is YB
At the age of 17
I told music marry me

Baby, I can be the man
Of yo dreams
Still pop out Freddy Krueger
So yo nigga scared a' me

Bwahahahaha