1942 Leel & Prince Jefe - PLKJ Freestyle (feat. Roadrunner Kill & Jose The Plug)

Ooh
Ha ha
Pew pew pew pew pew pew

I know you ain't got that bag you ain't gotta lie to me
We gon hit yo block masked up just like halloween
Plug down in Oakland got some bows he can fly to me
We the ones droppin' all the opps y'all the ones on tees
You know me I copped a zip of raw before I cop a beat
All in his raps brick talk he didn't he ain't sell a thing
Yea I know some niggas hittin licks doing robberies
I know you ain't got that bag you ain't gotta lie to me

I know you ain't never rode that train why you lying to me
You ain't never move a thousand kit went on a shopping spree
You ain't never seen a hundred bands off a roxy run
Seventeen hour drive nigga better get em some
Six hours away in Minnesota I'm bout to get me some
Trooper pulled me over got good L's I ain't tell him nothing
My Indian in North Dakota sold a hunnid so I front him
Run off with another bag Imma be the nigga that burn 'em

Lotta hoes lotta perks it's me and gangerton
It's 1942 don't drink Anejo you can't hang with him
Gave my momma ten racks I should be her favorite sons
We don't do old models naw this the latest one
Presidential 41 you got the baby one
She just stuffed all the pills look like a baby coming
If I call Bando then the Navy coming
Brodie just scammed a grandma she like eighty something

Bro a do the Kobe on your block drop like eight or something
Letting fiends runoff with your money you ain't making nothin
We can scrap a dub in two weeks you know what's up with it
Meet me downtown with the bag and a bus ticket
This that hit it one time and they fuck with it
I peep you doing too much cappin I can't fuck with it
Another nigga broke in your gang you got too comfortable
Any smoke I put him in a star before I'm done with you
Outta there

Written by:
Khaleel Harris

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