[Intro]
Ayy
Check, check
(Damn, 2Ls, you made this beat?)
Ayy, 2Ls, I'ma punch in
Jizzle Baby
Okay
[Verse 1]
Opp nigga beggin' for some fame, I'ma give it to him
Put him on the news or somethin', nigga, I don't get into it
Hitters, they gon' slide, ain't no was, ain't no finna do it
Don't speak on what you did, we gon' let that nigga people do it
Cry, cry, cry, they gon' suck they mama titty, huh?
You didn't know a hundred shots'd fit up in these titties, huh?
You the one jumped stupid, had to show you who was really dumb
You really a bitch, you just braggin' what your niggas done
Uh, slidin' in a Stingray, this ain't my car (Skrrt)
Slidin' in a Stingray, this ain't my block (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pardon me, just tryna knock an opp off
Convertible, I'm just tryna knock a nigga top off
Knock a nigga shit back, plugged where the list at
We just took them niggas off, just tryna see who's shit nеxt
It's too much on my mind, I ain't really tryna get rest
Still tryna find out whеre them licks at
Rack after rack, I be stackin' like I'm loose change
Can put a couple G's on your head like a Gucci hat
But they gon' do it off the love, they gon' do it off the strength
Leave a nigga stankin' like that sex when that ho coochie bad
Soon as you're gone, whole team gon' hit you later
Pop a Perc', forget about the whole situation
We gon' celebrate it, baby, it's a lituation
Your nigga gone, you get a chance to be with Jizzle Baby
I ain't never ran from a nigga
If I ran from a nigga, then that nigga had a badge
That nigga had them blue lights on his car comin' fast
That nigga had some cuffs up on his hip, he got a pass
Any other nigga would've felt what's in this mag
Blast him, zip him up and put him in a bag
[Interlude]
No cap
You niggas be talkin' all that gangster shit but ain't never did shit gangster
Uh
[Verse 2]
Go and catch a body, why you beefin' on the internet?
You keep on typin' this and that, the police lookin' into that
How the fuck they tell me who I'm beefin' with? You been a rat
You sent a DM, but I never DM'ed back
Niggas say they lurkin', man, these niggas really workin'
Tryna trick a nigga out the streets, really nervous
They know Jizzle out here makin' noise, a real disturbance
I know my own niggas tryna cross me, Kyrie Irving
I don't give a fuck, hit his ass with a reversal
Take his strap, now I got me two of 'em like I'm Urkel
Ten steps ahead, I could never be a turtle
I done got shot, no peace 'til he murdered
If we can't get to him, I just want a friend of him
It can be a mama, daddy, brother, man, any them
I'm tryna bag whoever came with him like some M&Ms
My youngins, they just waitin' for the word like a synonym, uh
Know I'm 'bout the actions like a verb
Still makin' plays when I'm not makin' serves
I'm back on the road doin' shows, know you heard
If you ain't poppin' up on your page, the bitch is on hers
You know she goin'
If I'm booked up in the city, then you know she goin'
[Interlude]
Man, you know damn well these hoes wanna see Jizzle Baby (Duh)
You know what the fuck goin' on
[Verse 3]
Knowin' I'm the topic
Promoters and these labels steady callin', they been shoppin'
Streets constantly beggin' me, they love the shit I'm droppin'
They say they want that real street shit, niggas floppin'
All I ever wanted to be was rich
I came in with shit and can't leave with shit
Yeah, I ain't had shit, now I'm lookin' like a lick
All this ice on me, I don't even need a 'fit
[Outro]
(Damn, 2Ls, you made this beat?)
Ayy
Check, check
(Damn, 2Ls, you made this beat?)
Ayy, 2Ls, I'ma punch in
Jizzle Baby
Okay
[Verse 1]
Opp nigga beggin' for some fame, I'ma give it to him
Put him on the news or somethin', nigga, I don't get into it
Hitters, they gon' slide, ain't no was, ain't no finna do it
Don't speak on what you did, we gon' let that nigga people do it
Cry, cry, cry, they gon' suck they mama titty, huh?
You didn't know a hundred shots'd fit up in these titties, huh?
You the one jumped stupid, had to show you who was really dumb
You really a bitch, you just braggin' what your niggas done
Uh, slidin' in a Stingray, this ain't my car (Skrrt)
Slidin' in a Stingray, this ain't my block (Skrrt, skrrt)
Pardon me, just tryna knock an opp off
Convertible, I'm just tryna knock a nigga top off
Knock a nigga shit back, plugged where the list at
We just took them niggas off, just tryna see who's shit nеxt
It's too much on my mind, I ain't really tryna get rest
Still tryna find out whеre them licks at
Rack after rack, I be stackin' like I'm loose change
Can put a couple G's on your head like a Gucci hat
But they gon' do it off the love, they gon' do it off the strength
Leave a nigga stankin' like that sex when that ho coochie bad
Soon as you're gone, whole team gon' hit you later
Pop a Perc', forget about the whole situation
We gon' celebrate it, baby, it's a lituation
Your nigga gone, you get a chance to be with Jizzle Baby
I ain't never ran from a nigga
If I ran from a nigga, then that nigga had a badge
That nigga had them blue lights on his car comin' fast
That nigga had some cuffs up on his hip, he got a pass
Any other nigga would've felt what's in this mag
Blast him, zip him up and put him in a bag
[Interlude]
No cap
You niggas be talkin' all that gangster shit but ain't never did shit gangster
Uh
[Verse 2]
Go and catch a body, why you beefin' on the internet?
You keep on typin' this and that, the police lookin' into that
How the fuck they tell me who I'm beefin' with? You been a rat
You sent a DM, but I never DM'ed back
Niggas say they lurkin', man, these niggas really workin'
Tryna trick a nigga out the streets, really nervous
They know Jizzle out here makin' noise, a real disturbance
I know my own niggas tryna cross me, Kyrie Irving
I don't give a fuck, hit his ass with a reversal
Take his strap, now I got me two of 'em like I'm Urkel
Ten steps ahead, I could never be a turtle
I done got shot, no peace 'til he murdered
If we can't get to him, I just want a friend of him
It can be a mama, daddy, brother, man, any them
I'm tryna bag whoever came with him like some M&Ms
My youngins, they just waitin' for the word like a synonym, uh
Know I'm 'bout the actions like a verb
Still makin' plays when I'm not makin' serves
I'm back on the road doin' shows, know you heard
If you ain't poppin' up on your page, the bitch is on hers
You know she goin'
If I'm booked up in the city, then you know she goin'
[Interlude]
Man, you know damn well these hoes wanna see Jizzle Baby (Duh)
You know what the fuck goin' on
[Verse 3]
Knowin' I'm the topic
Promoters and these labels steady callin', they been shoppin'
Streets constantly beggin' me, they love the shit I'm droppin'
They say they want that real street shit, niggas floppin'
All I ever wanted to be was rich
I came in with shit and can't leave with shit
Yeah, I ain't had shit, now I'm lookin' like a lick
All this ice on me, I don't even need a 'fit
[Outro]
(Damn, 2Ls, you made this beat?)
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