Jwett

Bitch ass jit don't put me in yo raps
If yeen stand on business
All the handguns got extensions
Draco hold no less than 50
Bitch I feel like Boston richey
I been rappin' up dem chickens
And I wanna hit the booth
But I been stuck off in dem trenches
Who the fuck say
They want pressure with La Shotz
Just let me know
ARP with built in beams a 50 round
And a scope
Free lil popout out that county
It's been too motherfucking long
He know wassup we going Duffy
The first day that he come home
Meds in my body I need to see a mf doctor
On the eway doing 150
Vibing lil poppa
I tried to tell these pussy niggas
They don't want no mf problems
Catch a nigga out of bounds
40 stop em pop em drop em
Step or get wet Shooters at yo neck
It's a foul on the play
That pussy got hit with a tek
Ion kno no other way
But just go run up me a check
Oh shit my phone ringing
They say bro just hit the jwett
They say bro just hit the bank
Swiping visas now he cashing out
All that ass that shawty got
It's kinda hard for me to catch it now
Put dem racks inside my mattress
Inside my shoebox I been stashing out
Yea they thought that shit was funny
But They ain't laughing now
Yea they thought that shit was funny
When I ain't have no money
And they used to laugh
When I was down bad and a nigga was bummy
All dem rainy days they never thought that we would see the sunny
All them 22s they never thought we'd have Dracs with them 100s
Walk inside the trap say what's that smell yeah it might make you vomit
We just hit some opp hoes
Whole gang was putting dick in stomachs
Say come here lil opp bitch
Say no no ain't no running
I like the way that ARP shoot
It just keep on thumping
I know that lil hoe mad
She left me on my dick
And now she see I'm coming up
A young nigga gettin' rich
Now she see I got them Ps
And ion gotta hit no lick
And now she see I put that shit on each and every pic



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Writer(s): Donald Johnson
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