SaySo1of1 - Jada Pinkett

Yeah, I ain't gon' lie, man, I'm smokin dead, niggas, right now
Hop out the whip and let it off in his section
I just might
Ayy, hop out the whip and let it off in this section

I just might
Bitch, I gotta whip my pole out on sight, can't wear my clothes tight
Bitch, I had a .357 Snub at my granny's spot
Dropped it off, I had it hot, he thought he was open one until I twist the plop

I'm trappin' from outta the shell, I bust the ARP till it break my nail
They locked my young nigga klokkwork up on a M Touch down to Cause hell
I'm shootin' from outta the hatchback in a SRT when, she let me scratch
I'm jumpin' from outta the V Masked down, it's just me, Dub, and Black

Lil' baby give me that head, almost gave me a head stone
I be Somewhere sippin' red on my meds with a lil' red bone
Feel like I can hear my dead homies talkin' through these headphones
Shawty, you ain't no good in my hood, you in the red zone

And I'd rather go on a drill by myself, it ain't no one to tell on
I had to turn my feelings off and turn my scale on
I be trappin' and runnin' up digits, I'ma spin just like a fidget
Cuffin these hoes, I done been hit it', bitch, I'm a dawg like Jada Pinkett

Bishop, I got a juice fasho, I aint stuntin' these groupie lil' hoes
They be goin' everywhere that we go, so we fuckin' um & pass them to bro
Fuck um' send them down the row, lil' bro got the bowls in a choke hold
So slimey', wipin' his nose, she say I'm a dog like Toto

We stay sayin' fuck all the popo, cause they stay tryin' to fuck up our mojo
I put um in ICU like Coco, fuck her inside of the shower like Mimi
I got a bad lil' bitch named T.T., she know that I'm a G, make her eat D
Bishop, now I got a juice like Hi C, shout out my gangsta Crip

He the top3 hop out the whip and let it off in this section, I just might
Bitch, I gotta whip my pole out on sight, can't wear my clothes tight
Bitch, I had a .357 Snub and my granny's Spot
Dropped it off, I had it hot, he thought he was up one until I twist the plot

I'm trappin' from out of this shell, I bust the ARP till it break my nail
They lock my young n***a Klokkwork up on a M Touch down to cause hell
I'm shootin' from out of the hatchback, in the SRT when she let me scratch
I'm jumpin' from out the V masked down, it's just me, Dub, and Black

Lil' baby, give me the head, almost gave me a head stone
I be somewhere sippin' red, on my meds with a lil' red bone
Feel like I can hear my dead homies talkin' through the headphones
And shawty, you ain't no good in my hood, you in the red zone

And I really go on a drill about myself, it ain't no one to tell
I had to turn my feelings off and turn my scale on
I be trappin' and runnin' up digits, I'ma spin' just like a Fidget
Cuffin these hoes, I done been hit it', bitch, I'm a dog like Jada Punkett

Ayy, bitch, I'm a dog like Jada Pinkett Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm a dog like l Jada yeah

Written by:
Maurice Holmes

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