JJK FAM - 300 (JULIUS SEIZURE) (feat. BBC Fantasy & Sushi Kardashian)
*real nigga noises*That nigga said he slide, I told that nigga to hide
He pull up and he get fried, my cuzzo he get top
My son to (?) like (?), I fuck that hoe like Iggy
That bitch cannot fuck with me, That nigga cannot fuck with me
That Nigga cannot fuck with me,
matthew I'm out in yo city
And I got 300 goons with me, and they ain't showing yo ass no pity
Nigga we got like 300 options,
wanna get hit with the .30 or the simi
Nigga we got like 300 Choppers, hit yo ass up til yo limbs fucking missing
I can't cap Matthew you a bitch, on God
And you ugly then a bitch, look like a Geodude and shit
Guess that's why you got no hoes on ya dick, On yo mama boy I swear that you a bitch
Go to her room when you hear this shit, slide her phone number to me
So I ask her why the fuck she raised a bitch
Got this new all black .45th, and it's looking so good witth the fit
Monkey balls hold three hundred in the clip, if a nigga wanna go ape shit
Spray rounds all in yo shit
Like Sushi why you a beefing with a Jit
Gotta teach his ugly ass a lesson
Try run from my weapon, wet his back up like a mexican
Yea you had a random nigga in yo house, playing yo game with his feet on yo couch
Then you go text the group chat like," what the fuck man, this guy is finna fuck my mama mouth "
Where the fuck they do that at, I beat yo ass til you Blue And Black (Tyrese)
Try me nigga we can set it up, finna be in Georgia for two weeks so wassup
Finna get in my car, play this song on blast
Drive out 300 dollars worth of gas, just so I can beat yo ass
Pull up on yo broad daylight, nigga Halloween passed I ain't wearing no mask
Punch you in chest about 300 times, and yall thought that MGK had it bad
*real nigga noises*
That nigga said he slide, I told that nigga to hide
He pull up and he get fried, my cuzzo he get top
My son to (?) like (?), I fuck that hoe like Iggy
That bitch cannot fuck with me, That nigga cannot fuck with me
That Nigga cannot fuck with me, matthew boy I'm out in yo city
Had to spin it back real quick, just to make sure these niggas fucking hear me
Cause I want smoke then a chimney, hell yea this shit finna get real
Handy Mandy, know I came with the drill, hit his ass up I'm tryna see something spill
Matthew Charlton, that's go be the next Emitt Till
Hit his ass up punch him right in his shit, Voldermort, nigga get hit with this stick,
Niggas thinking its all friendly and shit, til somebody finding a body in a ditch
Beat yo ass up like, MOSHPIT, "huh, bro, i am 50 cent"
Die For My Bitch, you go die from this clip,
Holding 300 rounds, blow off some limbs in this bitch
*real nigga noises*
That nigga said he slide, I told that nigga to hide
He pull up and he get fried, my cuzzo he get top
My son to (?) like (?), I fuck that hoe like Iggy
That bitch cannot fuck with me, That nigga cannot fuck with me
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JJK FAM
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