Jay Shades - Emergency

Uh uh
SV OwePi, yeah, yeah
If your mans don't slide who is he to you
You look like a charge
I'm a god way I'm rolling through
Headphones cooking something scary up
Bitches wanna marry us
I hit her with a shoulder move
Tequila out the bottle, that's one hundred proof
Six-Owe shots, nigga what you wanna do
Supa hit harsh not something you wanna run into
Me and two locs on more drugs than the Huxtables
I'm a cool dude but many would call me violent
Skyward niggas be tripping glike Terrence Howard
Niggas inattiquite they tripping over my power
Niggas inaccurate I'm charging dollars per hour
I'm on the indie route, popped collar
Turn up the bass make it shake the place sideways
They put me in a place where I ain't know what was up
So when they asking me what's wrong I tell 'em shut the fuck up
(Nigga)

You smell the drugs when we fly through
Call your bitch she wanna find, what my vibe do
You forgot about the strap well we'll remind you
I'm cough-cough illing hit chest like swine flu nigga
Sraight work nigga no bullshit
Your rizz low, we on the town you can't pull shit
Woke up in a sweat I need a bag urgently
Eight-seven-seven now It's an emergency

My favorite things to do are smoke eat coochie make bangers
My magic man hands she bout to wrinkle my fingers
Supa V the plug dropping weight like a trainer
Serve anything with pape' you can call me your waiter
I been catching bitches eyes breaking necks since a buck
She lost her cool hit the ground resuscitated my nuts
I am a villain
I do not follow the followers followers follow the rules
I'm thinking of getting a collar for her
When I hit from the front I can aim for the jewels
Excuse me please bless my soul
Children when they sneeze
Lord forgive me for my actions
If I clap it's more than beef
I got the ocean that's more than sea
She tryna talk get to knowing me
Big Six-Owe shots nothing over C
Shells mold face like I fucking mold this beat
No fake parts on her her body-body complete
No update file fuck a DLC
(Nigga)

You smell the drugs when we fly through
Call your bitch she wanna find, what my vibe do
You forgot about the strap well we'll remind you
I'm cough-cough illing hit chest like swine flu nigga
Sraight work nigga no bullshit
Your rizz low, we on the town you can't pull shit
Woke up in a sweat I need a bag urgently
Eight-seven-seven now It's an emergency

One-two Supa coming for you
Three-four make a bitch crave more (yeah)
Five-six put a Owe with that shit
Seven-eight give me Six feet of space nigga (Supa)
One-two Supa coming for you (yeah)
Three-four make a bitch crave more (for sure)
Five-six put a Owe with that shit (neighborhood)
Seven-eight give me six feet of space nigga
I got beats for the street get geeked I'm promoting
Yes I stay rolling big 6Owe shit
Corona in my left right hand got the smoke in it
Two man with Geno from the yunk I was floating (yeah)
Shawty in my face smile had her open
Back up in the stu next day I stay focused
Salt on the haters cause I cook them like ocra
Check at Benihanas then I left them like show Biz

You smell the drugs when we fly through
Call your bitch she wanna find, what my vibe do
You forgot about the strap well we'll remind you
I'm cough-cough illing hit chest like swine flu nigga
Sraight work nigga no bullshit
Your rizz low, we on the town you can't pull shit
Woke up in a sweat I need a bag urgently
Eight-seven-seven now It's an emergency

Yes sir yes sir we smoke the pressure
Biscotti in the blunt smoke skunk till your chest hurt
Supa Viln slick I'm bad and bold
I keep my S-Gang close nigga watch your tone
I'm just a dread head nigga tryna make a dollar
Before you see it we take it bet it make you wanna holler
Six Owe, Rich-Roll, we got that Indo
Fifty-fourth strip bumping music out the window
Only doing 8ths fuck you talking bout a nic' woah
Smoking dip woah you on some shit, woah
They put me in a place where I ain't know what was up
So when they asking me what's wrong
I tell 'em shut the fuck up
I spit only real and it's working
My cape is on hang like a curtain
My body been hurting from working
Everything's worth it keep my flow tight as a virgin
Bitch I'm fulfilling my purpose

You smell the drugs when we fly through
Call your bitch she wanna find, what my vibe do
You forgot about the strap well we'll remind you
I'm cough-cough illing hit chest like swine flu nigga
Sraight work nigga no bullshit
Your rizz low, we on the town you can't pull shit
Woke up in a sweat I need a bag urgently
Eight-seven-seven now It's an emergency

Written by:
Jamesdavid Hill

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