Jody2Good - Greezy Beat Box

Let me think what I just said
Bitch think Im'a blood I always leave the hoe on the read
Young niggas doing walk ups and leaving on some pegs
They killing over weed, I don't even think they want no bread
Imagine what they a do if I put P on yo head
Nina gotta beam & I'll bleach up them dreads
If it's on the flow, like snow I think we gone sled
Shoot it out like Big Worm, or we can Debo, Craig
Is this Toledo? Yea
Gotta keep poles? Yea
Heard bout so many head shots, I'm looking out the peephole scared
Nigga we sold grams
Nigga we sold Xans
If the price right, I'll sell English to a Puerto Rico man
I'm just Thuggin in my Re
Nah I'm thuggin with some crocs on
Bare feet no socks on, anytime nigga can get popped on
Outside, mama not home
Tryna block roam
In a hot zone
Where the cops roam
Where it's going down like a Joc dawg
Holes hit house like the wap song
(It's some hoes in this house)
Yea, and we was not grown
Remember Macc stole his mama whip hit the opp block tryna flop on him
I don't know what they story was but I swear to god we had a plot for him
Treat beef like a broke nigga he not going
Prolly dealing out them packs
In my nigga house that trap
Still ain't got no cap
Living out my my raps
Giving out no daps
But you can get a pound from Macc
Stuart little round yo trap, bitches cats, niggas rats
Wrote this in the kitchen, how I'm dishing out them facts
Before dealing out them packs
Prescription peeling off like scabs
Opps say they sliding
I don't know bout that
Cuz niggas where y'all at?
Catch me out side how bout that
The news said corona doing niggas down right bad
That's crazy cuz around this bitch they kill without no mask
Trap like Walmart anything you need we prolly gone have
Trap like that Walmart bitch I can't leave without no bag
Scheming on that check, a have them people on yo steps
Beat his case but went to jail cuz he was beating on his ex
Gorillas but got stripes like zebras off respect
This Za beatboxing got me beating on my chest, got damn
Hold up, hold hold, hold up, hold up
Yea
I say this Za beat boxing got me
Nigga beating on his chest?
Aye aye
This Za beating boxing got me beating on my chest
Grew up round drug dealers double D like her breast
I had fiends on that X
Using E to inject
Putting needles in they sleeve with no ink on they flesh
Please no Moet
It's codeine on my breathe
Hurt my knee in that wreck
So I lean on respect
Born in 92, but 93 still on deck
I could put you on yo feet or put my feet on yo neck
Everyday I pray that we can make it out this shit
Weighing all the pros and cons as I'm breaking down these zips
Drug deal went bad got to spraying up down his crib
Dawg shot the block up then payed him not to snitch
Bae inside the whip because I got some toys up in it
Cuz we only 6 deep and beefing with like 40 niggas
We was good kids until we left the porch with pistols
And we went from boys to menace in under like 40 minutes On Greezy

Written by:
Jo Harris

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