Jay2smoove - Neva ran (feat. Gen 5)

Niggas cappin' on the net, said I'm on feet, I never ran
Oh, that's a opp, give me the drop, I make em float like Peter Pan
No, I ain't no junkie, but I know how to whip up with pots and pans
I scrape the side of the pot, do it to my wrist lock
Choppa hit a nigga, make his ass dance like TikTok
Got yo bitch in a trance, she look at this wristwatch
And I want somethin' out the store, tell bro make a pit stop
I just might get me a Sprite, mix it up with somethin' nice
Or I just might get me a wood, then get higher then a kite
Me and gang on this song, swear that we locked in for life
And if you playin' with my niggas, then I'm bound to take your life
Bitch, I'm bound to take your soul
That nigga switched, posed' to stick to the code
I'm with my bros, no paper, I cannot fold
Sometimes I hate it, but this the life that I chose
No, I cannot break or fold
No, I can't break
I see him out in public, then this Glocky make him shake
These niggas sleepin' on me, watch how I blow and make em' wake
Put a nigga down to the earth, I bet this Glock'll make him quake
Just like that one meme, just let me cook lil' bitch, just let me bake
Just let him bake, nigga dissin' on the gang
We left him rollin' like some skates
We put that nigga on a shirt like some motherfuckin' Bape
Glocky sticky like some tape
Move wrong guarantee, we gon' frost you just like some flakes
We cook him up, no fish fillet, kno we havin' fetty for days
I ain't talkin' bout no chips, but that fuck nigga gettin' laid
No dribble shootin' just like Klay, my youngin' spray you like some Raid
These niggas can't fuck with me like I had the game on Hall of Fame
Just had to talk this shit, niggas know they can't fuck with
Hop in the shit and I run shit, nigga,
Niggas stop dissin', I swear to God, we gon' catch up with yo bitch ass nigga
Fuck you mean, nigga? Yeah, fuck you mean
I asked that nigga, what you mean
This glock is holdin' up my jeans
Free my niggas out the jam, they in the can like collard greens
I pass the rock, no Draymond Green
Niggas can't fuck with my team
Creeping at night just like a nightmare, Freddy Krueger in your dreams
I throw a mask on just like scream
Niggas thinking they hard through a screen
Got niggas in red, got niggas in blue, but bitch, I ain't never been green
Bitch, I can't miss, I got a beam
No Taco Bell, these shells gon' ring
This Glock gon' make em dance like MJ, make em dance like Billie Jean
Bitch, yeah, I'm fly in the sky like a kite
That bitch wanna ride in my bike
Tell that bitch hit me up on Skype
Freestyle, I don't got time to write
Balling hard in this bitch like Mike (Jordan)
Dump the clip, I ain't talkin' bout spike
Keep a strap like a mufuckin' dyke
Yeah, keep the Glock, yeah you know I stay strapped
Can't be smokin' my opps, they bap
Water drippin', I ain't talkin' bout tap
Know I'm tryna put the city on the map
Nigga run up and you know he get clapped
Will Smith in this bitch, yeah, you know he get slapped
I ain't talking fajita but a nigga get wrapped

Written by:
Jeveon Allen

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