GmJerri - Mold

(Yea, yea)
I said I said, yeah yeah
You know what it is, you know what it is, you know what it is
(Lets get it lets get it)
Pistol bangin' ranger mud on his feet, left ya niggas hanging blood on the leaves
You say I can't trust you dog gone leave, cuffing that's a challenge, ugh SRT
I say I'm Lor Rocket, streets call me Jerri
You know I can't drop it, its going stick with me
I bet I won't knock its just not for me, just let me mold all of these projects plugged in all week
Coldest nights, iron pipes, welcome babies, lose ya life
Toy with hoes, fisher price
Gotta fight, I am might
I don't stress up in the lab this work load be like Miller Lite
Henny ice, blunts I'm right, gas me up beans and rice
I forgot to call, rolling all night
Different type dog, fur came with stripes
Tell her that Im fucking, mm only right
We just cut the ties, love there for life
Pour that shit up in the soda, keep the paper as the motive, white man gonna fuck you over, hold it down do what you pose to
Youngin' got some guts, you spark it up he pop up like a toaster
Always keep it on my hip, but Pop Pop kept it in the holster
Ima dog, thought I told her, outta space Mars Rover
Catch a case it ain't over, on the streets slump em over
Ace and Tee do what they pose to, put em all in front of me ima locomotive
Mickey D's ice cream my heart been broken, tears soaking, flame blowing
Ima bring my bitch home a new bitch, she ain't really bi, but I think that I love it if she switch
She a super freak, she talking back while she ride on that dick, she don't really do the splits but that pussy still legit BITCH
Bitches love the daddy, skin tone chocolate candy
Think cause I be on Madden, a nigga won't push his cap in
Niggas be some faggots, better watch your back end
Tell em stop the madness, jump shot Luca Dallas
Pistol bangin' ranger mud on his feet, left ya niggas hanging blood on the leaves
You say I can't trust you dog gone leave, cuffing that's a challenge, ugh SRT
I say I'm Lor Rocket, streets call me Jerri
You know I can't drop it, its going stick with me
I bet I won't knock its just not for me, just let me mold all of these projects plugged in all week
You cannot find nothing realer, put my black dick in a yellow bitch, Steeler
You know that I really feel ya, could be more than ya sexual healer
Right now I don't got time for you baby my mind be focused on millions, you cannot lie to me pussy, I know that you not a killer
Niggas be lyings, the public be buying it
They filling the airways up with the bullshit that they spit
Dying, momma still crying, Im in the streets I ain't with all that industry shit
Laid low, stay out the mix, can't go, Jerri legit, hate though they counterfeit
Dame mode, game over
Pistol bangin' ranger mud on his feet, left ya niggas hanging blood on the leaves
You say I can't trust you dog gone leave, cuffing that's a challenge, ugh SRT
I say I'm Lor Rocket, streets call me Jerri
You know I can't drop it, its going stick with me
Bet I still won't knock it ain't it for me, just let me mold all of these projects plugged in for weeks

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GM Jerri

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