Jizzle 5 x We$tside Stinge - Jon Ross

I been hoppin out of foreign whips since I hit da scene
I been hoppin out of foreign whips since I hit da scene
Push button every single one, I ain't need no key
When I press up on da gas, you gone feel da breeze
Gotta have da horse in da whip for I can flee da scene
Skeet off, wit a nigga bitch got em pissed off
Get off, RTA my denim know you see da cross
Rick Ross, pockets fat as hell nigga I'm a boss
Jon Ross, niggas need a show cuz dey all talk
These niggas keep playin crazy like bro can't find out where you lay
It only take a few thousand to get a nigga out da way
That drank be making me lazy I got a problem I can't shake
And ain't no deals on da Zas don't try to bargain Ion break
He said he found a brand new recipe he tryna put his mans on it
He said it take a light six before he put his hands on it
Bro nem get to steppin like a kappa when he do his dance on it
And got a bitch wit her own bag she gettin onlyfans money
And bro just said he knew his time was comin he just had to wait
Wrap em up until dey lose smell how many bags it take
Pack em up and drive smooth as hell slidin passed da jakes
And get back to da spot and bust da bows down all to eighths
Tthhh, Bitch, these niggas all cappin
Bro John Wick when its smoke he want all action
And UPS can change yo life wit just a small package
Get em there and back like suicides this shit ball practice nigga
I been hoppin out of foreign whips since I hit da scene
Push button every single one, I ain't need no key
When I press up on da gas, you gone feel da breeze
Gotta have da horse in da whip for I can flee da scene
Skeet off, wit a nigga bitch got em pissed off
Get off, RTA my denim know you see da cross
Rick Ross, pockets fat as hell nigga I'm a boss
Jon Ross, niggas need a show cuz dey all talk
If I put it inna rap then you better know its fact
I was really innat trap get a sell make a track
He was on da book jokin den my nigga took his sack
Had to ask bro what happened shit I thought he kept a strap
He was fakin for dem hoes now my nigga got his bag
I ain't wanna spend da pros so I put it in da stash
Made his bitch touch her toes den I told her shake her ass
Better do ass you told if you tryna get some cash
Wake up, bake up, now it's time to get my cake up
Three Five of dis Za you boys keep rollin shake up
He gave da addy to da wrong niggas and got it taped up
He hit it wit a three all his fiends say it's A1
Dey been waitin onna cheap, that's gone get em high
He was steady tryna tweet, that's what got em popped
He was tryna start beef, that's what got em hot
We come wit foreign Ks when we slide we got lamb chops
I been hoppin out of foreign whips since I hit da scene
Push button every single one, I ain't need no key
When I press up on da gas, you gone feel da breeze
Gotta have da horse in da whip for I can flee da scene
Skeet off, wit a nigga bitch got em pissed off
Get off, RTA my denim know you see da cross
Rick Ross, pockets fat as hell nigga I'm a boss
Jon Ross, niggas need a show cuz dey all talk

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Jizzle 5, We$tside Stinge

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