Jayy Izzo - pUt Up yA PRiDe (feat. Brookela)

Whole quarter pound off In the trunk
Next to the AR
Real street nigga boy I'm good
Check my face card
Imma have to pay that boy a visit
Tryna play hard
Izzy ain't finna beef
With a nigga with a rape charge
Sack fa sack or stack fa stack
That can't see me like Ray Charles
If i ever go broke
Don't you worry im gone take yours
I can take a l or two
But i can never take bars
Balling like a bitch
I ain't got talent
I just play hard
Izzy know he play too much
But that boy he gone handle feel
Body the builder with the tooly
Show him how that hammer feel
rolling up some shid off in my blunt
That look just like a daffodil
You was packing for the summer
Izzy packing he was steel
Crashing shawty from the back
And lied told her i had to peel
Get a wack fa Shhhhh
Boy they call that racketeer
All my niggas really real
You know it ain't no acting here
Grandma calling on my phone
To tell me that my package here
I know my young niggas
They gone ride
I know my young niggas
They gone slide
Out here in these streets
Can lose ya life
Out here in these streets
Put up ya pride
I know my young niggas
They gone ride
I know my young niggas
They gone slide
Out here in these streets
Can lose ya life
Out here in these streets
Put up ya pride

Written by:
Brooke Hobson, LaJaylan Pirtle

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