My name is Jay
Ice out with chains
You know i'm coming so get out My way
Running in tracks
Stack up the Racks
Gunning these hoes down and Outta the trap
I took yo bitch
Nigga you wack
I got her moaning she ain't Coming back
Legal is Rap
My niggas say Slatt
Riding around shooting dubs in The back
Cut out they neck
Cash out my check
I'm banging heads when they Start talking back
I am yo master bitch imma killer
Im the one hanging around them Gorillas
I'm ducking 12 when they see That i'm moving
I got them '12s they don't need to Push me
Taking them Ls they do it so Loosely
Back in the A where them big Boys be pushing
Don't know who taught you but Nigga slow
When i say get out that mean hit The door
I'm banging at you while yo hoe Is asleep
I'll shoot you with Big Glocks And Heavy Artillery
I have no mercy i have no Remorse
Cut off yo head then i'll bury the Corpse
Up in the morning and cook up Sum bacon
I promise you money is all that I'm chasing
I am the legendary you are Just Ordinary
Stacking up bank so they know i Got inventory Walking around
Go ham like i'm rick and morty Never been pussy lil bitch i ain't Never worried
I ain't never worried bitch
My AKs they do exist
I'll spray you with them shits Ya
Racks in the middle i'm gon grab A band
RIP Nip His Hustle Was Grand
I'm going dumb I'm going In
We used to talk now we ain't Friends
Don't gaf i'm in my benz
You getting rides handing out Tens
Now you can see
That we don't relate
Sit tf down all that hate in yo face
Stacking up Money
You cleaning up Funny
Cause I got ten bitches to do that Shit for me
My team shooting Glocks the One them beams
We aim at yo head a new murder Scene
Tell all them niggas and bitches That's scheming
Run Run real fast cause my finger is inching
Jay is on top going fast like a Rocket
These niggas be bitching ain't shit In they wallet
Alright i'm done take molly n Pop it
Cause i will admit that i was Outta Pocket
But never forget the name that You heard
I'll come up the quickest And Rock the whole world
I had to do it i'm getting fly fly fly
Ya man i'm foolish but i ain't shy Shy shy
Hop out then 10s Shooting with Tens i tell um bye bye bye
You ain't no gansta You don't Want pressure Ain't got no time Time time (Ha!)
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My name is Jay
Ice out with chains
You know i'm coming so get out My way
Running in tracks
Stack up the Racks
Gunning these hoes down and Outta the trap
I took yo bitch
Nigga you wack
I got her moaning she ain't Coming back
Legal is Rap
My niggas say Slatt
Riding around shooting dubs in The back
Cut out they neck
Cash out my check
I'm banging heads when they Start talking back
I am yo master bitch imma killer
Im the one hanging around them Gorillas
I'm ducking 12 when they see That i'm moving
I got them '12s they don't need to Push me
Taking them Ls they do it so Loosely
Back in the A where them big Boys be pushing
Don't know who taught you but Nigga slow
When i say get out that mean hit The door
I'm banging at you while yo hoe Is asleep
I'll shoot you with Big Glocks And Heavy Artillery
I have no mercy i have no Remorse
Cut off yo head then i'll bury the Corpse
Up in the morning and cook up Sum bacon
I promise you money is all that I'm chasing
I am the legendary you are Just Ordinary
Stacking up bank so they know i Got inventory Walking around
Go ham like i'm rick and morty Never been pussy lil bitch i ain't Never worried
I ain't never worried bitch
My AKs they do exist
I'll spray you with them shits Ya
Racks in the middle i'm gon grab A band
RIP Nip His Hustle Was Grand
I'm going dumb I'm going In
We used to talk now we ain't Friends
Don't gaf i'm in my benz
You getting rides handing out Tens
Now you can see
That we don't relate
Sit tf down all that hate in yo face
Stacking up Money
You cleaning up Funny
Cause I got ten bitches to do that Shit for me
My team shooting Glocks the One them beams
We aim at yo head a new murder Scene
Tell all them niggas and bitches That's scheming
Run Run real fast cause my finger is inching
Jay is on top going fast like a Rocket
These niggas be bitching ain't shit In they wallet
Alright i'm done take molly n Pop it
Cause i will admit that i was Outta Pocket
But never forget the name that You heard
I'll come up the quickest And Rock the whole world
I had to do it i'm getting fly fly fly
Ya man i'm foolish but i ain't shy Shy shy
Hop out then 10s Shooting with Tens i tell um bye bye bye
You ain't no gansta You don't Want pressure Ain't got no time Time time (Ha!)
Ice out with chains
You know i'm coming so get out My way
Running in tracks
Stack up the Racks
Gunning these hoes down and Outta the trap
I took yo bitch
Nigga you wack
I got her moaning she ain't Coming back
Legal is Rap
My niggas say Slatt
Riding around shooting dubs in The back
Cut out they neck
Cash out my check
I'm banging heads when they Start talking back
I am yo master bitch imma killer
Im the one hanging around them Gorillas
I'm ducking 12 when they see That i'm moving
I got them '12s they don't need to Push me
Taking them Ls they do it so Loosely
Back in the A where them big Boys be pushing
Don't know who taught you but Nigga slow
When i say get out that mean hit The door
I'm banging at you while yo hoe Is asleep
I'll shoot you with Big Glocks And Heavy Artillery
I have no mercy i have no Remorse
Cut off yo head then i'll bury the Corpse
Up in the morning and cook up Sum bacon
I promise you money is all that I'm chasing
I am the legendary you are Just Ordinary
Stacking up bank so they know i Got inventory Walking around
Go ham like i'm rick and morty Never been pussy lil bitch i ain't Never worried
I ain't never worried bitch
My AKs they do exist
I'll spray you with them shits Ya
Racks in the middle i'm gon grab A band
RIP Nip His Hustle Was Grand
I'm going dumb I'm going In
We used to talk now we ain't Friends
Don't gaf i'm in my benz
You getting rides handing out Tens
Now you can see
That we don't relate
Sit tf down all that hate in yo face
Stacking up Money
You cleaning up Funny
Cause I got ten bitches to do that Shit for me
My team shooting Glocks the One them beams
We aim at yo head a new murder Scene
Tell all them niggas and bitches That's scheming
Run Run real fast cause my finger is inching
Jay is on top going fast like a Rocket
These niggas be bitching ain't shit In they wallet
Alright i'm done take molly n Pop it
Cause i will admit that i was Outta Pocket
But never forget the name that You heard
I'll come up the quickest And Rock the whole world
I had to do it i'm getting fly fly fly
Ya man i'm foolish but i ain't shy Shy shy
Hop out then 10s Shooting with Tens i tell um bye bye bye
You ain't no gansta You don't Want pressure Ain't got no time Time time (Ha!)
Writer: Jazzmine Burge
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid