Jerry

This is making me not.
Boop, boop, boop
Damn, damn, damn though, fuck one minute
You know that I can cure myself

I think that I'm numb, for no reason I just wanna dump
I shoot it like I might, might come in here for the night
If I see an op, then it's on sight, two bad bitches that I like
Bop, bop, bop, before they make him lean, I'll be bucking one number for a beating

He tried to rape me, yeah, that nigga tried, yeah, that nigga died
If he shows me he bums, they be tryna fuck me for my fun
Life, fuck us, yo, kick out, I'm done
Get that bitch out, my opps is bums, they don't got no money for a gun

They ain't got no bread, all those pH tests leave them red
We don't aim for the test of this hat, most of my opps got shot or they dead
I hit him up, then we flat, we got shot, you talk to the feds
On the block, still ducking the feds, they cannot catch me, I'm more gingerbread, like

And these niggas, they know what I said, hollows they hands, face to his neck
Try to run up on me, know he died, know his mother really had to cry
He was rapping, now he in the sky, they ain't give me a piece of the pie
Run up on me and I'm letting it fly, run up on me and I'm letting it fly

I don't give a fuck, with these niggas jacking like, what's up
Tone on the gun, sippin' lean, I'm gaga with the joint
Rookie made me numb, a lot of daddy's tryna make me cum
Still got the money for a gun

Everything lame and I lost the rep, everything K, y'all be on that shit
Smokin' on K, mix it with the blizzy, ride with the Wok, got me feelin' dizzy
Never be worried, the shoes be with me, shoot a nigga cause he gettin' jiggy
Y'all get B, I don't spend enough money, Rocky or Jenny, we don't do the Whitney

And you know that the flocks be with me, and you know that the 80 be with me
And you know that the moves be with me, everything K, ain't none of us friendly
On the Wild Niggas, Mr. JB, yellow guy packin', no one did a thing
No one got kicked, King got spliffed, what you gon' do when you runnin' in me

We gon' double, can't duff on this bean
Two long quests, how you double the gene
Two double cups when I'm sippin' the lean
Poppin' your perky, a geek on the beat

Double G, K, JT on the T
Smokin' explosives, I'm higher than he
Got caught in a chicken spot without his heat
King got head tap, what was you thinkin'

Rock out shorts, couldn't make it to Lincoln
It was like it, like what was you drinkin'
Long name J-Rip, y'all gotta feel this
What's the bullet for JB, I miss him

In a hurry, I fuck niggas, diss it
Should be funny to one of y'all, miss him
Hop out, stretch him, we don't show forgiveness
Niggas actin' like they really diss shit

But in person, them niggas ain't hit shit
Callin' me, she gon' slide with a big clip
Know I ain't 5V, but I rockin' big drip
Chris Brown, nigga, don't get your bitch hit

Free Freddy, Pomero, Nivala
Smokin' this dummy, got a nigga flyin'
He got pulled for a bitch while they lyin'
Dini, you're right, I heard his ass was cryin'

Two or three shots and it's makin' him limbo
75 to the flock, he's sick
I'm on the back rock, throwin' on six
Servin' the crack rock, feelin' like Mitch

Went south, come through the G and the 10 bows
Run up on me, send him up, it's simple
Bullets explode, I'm goin' through the windows
30 and better, hangin' off the head