Jelly (Freestyle)

Thats some DRS shit

On a opp block and we shooting that jelly
These niggas be talking, I know they ain't ready
44 rounds when it's hitting your belly
Tell your bitch stop calling my celly
Prisha rounds, better hold that steady
Or that boy gan wake up in a Deli
Fee fi fo, y'all niggas not ready
We smoking that loud pack, Reggie
Babysitting niggas like my name was Jessi, Jessi
Ay, My niggas they leave shit messy
Getting that bread so you better not test me
Batteri thing, better come impress me
Lay me down,she said god don sent me
God knows that my heart is empty
Mandem diss, but they ain't gan buck me
Duck him down, make his bitch come suck me
Look, See me in person, we hitting that lala
All these bitches, they wana be Darla
London city, I love the drama
Wrap his head, lights out Osama
Big man things, you can call me Obama
Make these niggas feel pain, Madara
She want Louis, fendi, pranda
Told that bitch she ain't getting Nada
Be me, y'all can never be me
Sending shots, that shit in 3D
Mask on, hoping they don't see me
In the furnace, move like Timmy, giving lessons, Mr feeny
Sending shots as big as Rambo
My own life, i love to gamble
He was talking shit
Got this yute knocked out his sandals
This sum shit he couldn't handle
In them streets we lurking
Bad bitch on me she twerking
3 0 4 5 we swerving
Vvs it got me surfing Ay
In them streets we lurking
Bad bitch on me she twerking
3 0 4 5 we swerving
Vvs it got me surfing, Look
On a opp block and we shooting that jelly
These niggas be talking, I know they ain't ready
44 rounds when it's hitting your belly
Tell your bitch stop calling my celly
Prisha rounds, better hold that steady
Or that boy gan wake up in a Deli
Fee fi fo, y'all niggas not ready
We smoking that loud pack, Reggie
Look, I be very scary, niggas know that I ain't ordinary
All this rap shit, legendary
I might rob you niggas if it's necessary
Killing every beat, military
Have my engineers write obituaries
He was tryna read the lyrics
Ended up having to pull out the dictionary
Like
On a opp block and we shooting that jelly
These niggas be talking, I know they ain't ready
44 rounds when it's hitting your belly
Tell your bitch stop calling my celly
Prisha rounds, better hold that steady
Or that boy gan wake up in a Deli
Fee fi fo, y'all niggas not ready
We smoking that loud pack, Reggie
Babysitting niggas like my name was Jessi, Jessi
Ay, My niggas they leave shit messy
Getting that bread so you better not test me
Batteri thing, better come impress me
Lay me down, she said god don sent me
God knows that my heart is empty
Mandem diss, but they ain't gan buck me
Duck him down, make his bitch come suck me



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