Jayybills - Under Fire

And you dig that (30K)
It's the motherfucking 30K General in this bitch, JAYYBILLS
You feel me
(FGM shit)
Gang shit
(360 shit)
No lame shit, nigga no name shit
No face no case too, you feel me
It's been a lot of talk going around
All that lame shit, all that female shit
Twitter fingers and all that lame shit
You know what I'm saying
It's aight though, we on these niggas ass anyway

I had to level up, I'm no longer a kid
Next time I'm in New York we handling business
I heard P on them Newport's stay off the cigs
Clip long as a Hall I heard Scotty was dissing
Better go ask ya man how I move with the stick
Ay I told 'em calm down 'fore somebody get hit
Up the pole for the pack & left his runner pissy
Blue jeans got the white kicks messy
New bitch got the old one stressing
I got these niggas mad, like when Trump got elected
She a throat demon so I gave her my necklace
YN with an AR
YR, Young & Reckless
They say why y'all, put my boy on a check list
Everyday I'm warring, I ain't tryna dead shit
Fuck how the beef started, on go bout respect and shit
Tell the hoe playing both sides get you left quick

Playing both sides gon' get you wet quick
How u cool with my brother & close with his ex bitch
All u niggas dead if u ain't get the message
Glick at the house I'ma beat em like Tekken
Stick em up, stick em up, stick em
Crosshairs be the emblem
I'm shooting first & speaking second
I already know what I know
So I yelled 30K when I popped em, like take a deep breath in
Took a pic with Beretta so now when I slide I draw down with the FN
The 10th one is her favorite letter
And she tweaking for Jayy so u better watch who shit u step in
He say he the CEO, boss, the head honcho
If that be the case, nigga fuck 467
I don't got respect for no group of lil niggas who follow behind a nigga who ain't stepping
Since when was u livin' like that
I know some bloods who gon' ride, I call Chuchoo to set up a hit then relax
He gon' blow at a Kripto, facts
I just bussed down a big ole pack
7.62 out a big ole strap
Dropped a price on my head, that's big ole cap
Catch em in public bet he run a big ole lap
Red flagging like blasphemy, I'm on his ass
Word on road I'm the one with the mask
Everybody know something, but they so scared to ask
Don't let them lil niggas u live with gas u
Niggas know where I stay, roll past
Used to fuck with lil Maya but she be with the opps so I got an attitude
You be with them niggas so we not compatible
Behind the scenes talking & shit so this what I had to do

I had to level up, I'm no longer a kid
Next time I'm in New York we handling business
I heard P on them Newport's stay off the cigs
Clip long as a Hall I heard Scotty was dissing
Better go ask ya man how I move with the stick
Ay I told 'em calm down 'fore somebody get hit
Up the pole for the pack & left his runner pissy
Blue jeans got the white kicks messy
New bitch got the old one stressing
I got these niggas mad, like when Trump got elected
She a throat demon so I gave her my necklace
YN with an AR
YR, Young & Reckless
They say why y'all, put my boy on a check list
Everyday I'm warring, I ain't tryna dead shit
Fuck how the beef started, on go bout respect and shit
Tell the hoe playing both sides get you left quick

Written by:
Jalen Evans

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