Da Real Jay Money - Onna Set (feat. YGM2x)

All you niggas claiming BTK, but y'all ain't in the book
That choppa hit em in the back, before he got a chance to look
Call lil Allen, hit up BTK it's bout that time to look
I'm not youngboy, but it's bout that time to bring the fucking hook

I'm not done lil nigga but it's time to break yo fucking dome
Hit em in the leg and have em limping, he won't making it home
That nigga bitch, she stay up on my trail she just won't leave me lone
This glock gone do a nigga dirty, talm bout im a fucking clone

You diss on the set, you get hit with that tec
Nigga try to play foul, and we leave his ass stretched
He can't write nomo statements, that boy let it go
Tryna beef about a bitch, boy I know you a hoe

Hit yo ass with this pipe, and my shooters take life's
Nigga gamble yo soul, like we tryna play dice
My block it stay hot, like we mixing some spice

I'm mixing codeine, and I put in some sprit
Put six in a wood, got me high as a kite
I'm popping these percs, got me losing my sight
Put woo on my chain, and it shine in the light
I'm fucking his bitch, and go hit for the night
I'm fucking his bitch, and know it ain't right

Written by:
jaquavious austin

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