NoStoppinJay - Late Nights In Dallas

I been gettin racks
My jeans been bussin like zucchini bread
Best friends with the money
Some like uzi all my friends is dead
I'll leave a nigga clueless oh so clueless
He'll forget his head
Steppin' for my niggas who ain't here
Won't forget the shit y'all said
These niggas dissin on the gang
We switching lanes
Tryna be one of us
Switched up on the bro over a bitch
Ho get yo money up
Talking out yo neck this choppa flushed em
Get his tummy tucked
Ballin all damn game it ain't no way I'll be a runner up
Workin nine to fives and punching clocks
That shit don't mean you broke
Shit up in my veins game on the line
And he gone fuckin choke
I was taught to never trust a soul
And that's just how it go
Asking how the kid keep making hits
Some shit you'll never know
Motherfuck a school and all the dudes
That tried to snake me out
Never gave a fuck bout what I did
But wanna hate me now
Rapping shit a key we keep a Glock
And take the paper route
Ofsettin' the game these carti's bussing
You can take the clout
See what I just said it leave you thinking
Damn this nigga cold
Money and the booth that's all I need
And Bitch that's all I know
Fakin like you bout it shit ain't sweet
Bitch we been taking souls
Ballin all my life they on the bench
You better play the role
Doing this for niggas who ain't here
Bitch it's long live the guys
Talk is cheap and you niggas is broke
So don't even act surprised
Been handling bidness so authentic
Bitch I'm verified
FN's with extensions glocks and switches
So don't even try it
Money on my mind I think that I'm in love with bread or some
All my friends is green
The way that I talk to them deads or some
Knockin niggas off that think it's sweet
You off the meds or some
Wait till I'm legit im takin trips
Take off in jets or some
Oh my God Jay you killed it

Written by:
Jalen Hare

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