Jay Shades - 808's Throwin' a Fit

And the next time you wanna come into a god damn Shop-rite
J-A-Y
The next time you wanna come into a god damn Shop-rite
Yeah
Make sure you tell em that I put in my application
It's shaded jay though
She do what I say so
Made this fucking beat
I might erupt like a volcano
You okay
But
Uh I'm great tho
Hit like mace
To the face yo
Surrounded by this green
Like I'm on the interstate hoe
Cut you off
Like snip
Off my dick
Watch u lose ya shit
Boarding
Do a flip
While I'm lit
What the fuck is this
Yo bitch sucking dick
She a trip
Baby sitter lips
I don't do these songs but shit
It's hit
I'm bout to rip
Shit hit your arm like a flu shot
Don't ask what the goons got
Keep the stack in a tube sock
I'm just working cause you not
Hip hop is dead
I Had to dig me a new plot
I'm death
I hit like a Juul pod
You'd be stupid to choose sides
Cause the homies be cool guys
In the cut like the pool guy
Posted the poolside
You be the new guy
Telling our business to two fives
Get lit Up
Like a news sign
Fuck the news I'm
Bout borderline
Tryna go and find
My last fuck
Cause I lost mine
In a bad jawn
But a worse time
Wasn't bad enough
I would post nine
P-Pics a day
But yo bitch steady stalking me
Beats through my email
Producers just talk to me
My recent numbers is Proof of the marketing
We in the house
And you pay apartment rent
Wiping my feet on your music
Like carpeting
Drift on ya bitch
Like its Mario kart lil bitch
It's shaded jay though
She do what I say so
Made this fucking beat
I might erupt like a volcano
You okay
But
Uh I'm great tho
Hit like mace
To the face yo
Surrounded by this green
Like I'm on the interstate hoe
Cut you off
Like snip
Off my dick
Watch u lose ya shit
Boarding
Do a flip
While I'm lit
What the fuck is this
Yo bitch sucking dick
She a trip
Baby sitter lips
I don't do these songs but shit
It's hit
I'm bout to rip
Smoke till I pass like the gas that I'm hitting
My mission
Is getting
The streets on my rhythm
I'm tempted to hit it
This bitch on my Dickens
She log onto gram just to see how I'm living
Uh
She log into gram just to text ya boy
Booty real soft
Talking texture boy
Stay Doing the most
And u extra boy
Wave like the coast
Cause' I'm flexing boy
Snapping on tracks like derailment
I got the ailment
Look a lil' pale
Shit
And your immunity's failing
Lost on the trail bitch
My shit's official
Got fake rappers scared it's
Making more sense
My stabs hit like a hair pic
Niggas be blind to the fact
It's apparent
Niggas really can't see out here
Stop thinking I care
Ba-baby, I don't
Now
Stop talking
With this
With this
With this dick in your throat
I got the gang, in the tuck like a shirt
If I wink at ya bitch
That's like giving the word
I swear she a fan
She got threads on her purse
Oo
Like a hill
I get lost in the curves
Damn
It's shaded jay though
She do what I say so
Made this fucking beat
I might erupt like a volcano
You okay
But
Uh I'm great tho
Hit like mace
To the face yo
Surrounded by this green
Like I'm on the interstate hoe
Cut you off
Like snip
Off my dick
Watch u lose ya shit
Boarding
Do a flip
While I'm lit
What the fuck is this
Yo bitch sucking dick
She a trip
Baby sitter lips
I don't do these songs but shit
It's hit
I'm bout to rip
I'm gone
I said get yo thot
Get yo thot
Get yo thot

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