J.O.Y Deezy - How It Go

You fuckin' with a bum lil' baby I get chilly
Bitch I get money so these niggas tryna kill me
Shit, you gotta listen all my real niggas feel me
Lil' bitch think I need her, told the bitch she must be silly
I chase funds I don't chase no bitch
I get bread bitch I chase chip
Forty with a beam aim it at a bitch lip
Let a nigga talk shit I'm a dump the whole clip
Like ayy, forty fuckin' up his face
Put it in your mouth baby, tell me how it taste
Let me pull your hair let me grip the whole lace
Shit, I get mad when I don't get my way
And two two threes if a nigga want to play
Do a fuck nigga cold in the middle of May
Let a dumb bitch fold I'm a put her in her place
My bitch listen to whatever I say
Like what? Bitch I do this shit often
Last nigga dissed the gang left his ass in a coffin
Take a wood to the brain this shit got me coughin'
Pour the wockie for the pain this shit got me lost and
I don't fuck with niggas cause these niggas move weird
When I needed them the most they ain't never been there
No nigga scare me, I don't have no fears
And you turn down fades so don't even go there

Most niggas bitches I don't trust no soul
Shit, play your cards right nigga, live up to the code
You could take it out you want, i'm a tell you how it go
Just, watch who your homie, everybody not your bro
And, most niggas change, they change, like clothes
And they be up in your face hating you don't even know
Dead homies
Niggas always up in your face
Niggas be hating right in front of you nigga
Watch your back nigga watch you call your homie though
J.O.Y Bitch
It's Deezy nigga
Dead homies

Written by:
Darrin Labriel

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