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go krazy - jay hound (300) lyrics

[intro: jay hound]
lowkeymali, what’s the word?
grahh, grahh, boom (chee on the beat)
everything dead (mmm, nah, turn that up, young madz)
i ain’t gon’ lie, i went stupid on this sh*t

[verse 1: jay hound]
n*ggas know what we do in the town
run up on me and i’m layin’ him down
get the addy, we clearin’ the croud
we ain’t gon’ stop ’til we hear that sound
think he on court, we knock him out of bounds
big pdl ’til they free all the hounds
three a.m, masked up, give a f*ck who around
speak on 300, get put in the ground
with this knock, could call it a catastrophe
one in the chop, the clip got capacity
dante, he with me, gon’ creep through the back with me
kurtie, bussin’, that dumb n*gga crashed the v
f*ck rah, got left in the backsеat
got me a v, can’t take no taxi
on the drill, i bе fiendin’ for passing
don’t give a f*ck n*gga, jack me or clap me
got a wedgie, got beat in the lobby
got shot by a dyk*, should’ve been a homi’
spin the courts, got bory beside me
and we ain’t leavin’ ’til we catch a body
d’s on our ass, we goin’ on a high speed
can’t fear no man ’cause they bleed how i bleed
tell ’em, “free pop, free whiff, free wagi”
droppin’ the gz, and we smokin’ on lotti
[verse 2: bory300]
smokin’ ‘roy, we been slidin’ for weeks
walk ’em down and get back to the v
can’t wait ’til i catch jb
bullets gon’ rip thru his gallery tee
hot ride on the drill, gon’ tweak
he a pack if he jackin’ the gz
on the drill, i got cappy with me
b*tch, i’ma blow, you can ask about me
gbg, we get back, that’s some facts
i smoke bro, put himself in a pack
n*ggas who [?], now this sh*t got me smacked
we got knocks, come and slide where we at
i’m on 150 tryna catch me a makk
like, i’m on 150 tryna catch me a—
i’m on 150 tryna catch me a makk

[verse 3: sheemy]
like, i’m on that side tryna catch us lil’ rico
top opps, but i’m shootin’ on feet though
bellz got hit, got sent with his [?]
why diss? you was almost faneto
what you gon’ do if i’m spinnin’ with nico?
i do it for diddy, he do it for chico
like, i do it for diddy, he do it for chico (ahh)
i do it for diddy, he do it for chico
i wanna know who do it for flee
in the town, nothin’ happened to me
my mans got hit, we rearranged same week
we spinnin’ and sh*t, still hop out the v
spin ’til we dizzy, we spinnin’ like fidgets
walk up, so i know he gon’ feel it
opp thot, record while i k!ll it
could never be lackin’, i stay on my pivot
like, rico go dumb in this b*tch
lotti should’ve ran, now he punchin’ and sh*t
like, why would i fight when this glock got a kick?
and why would you kiss her? she eatin’ my d*ck
oh, that’s an opp? reversin’ the whip
oh, he be dissin’? we send him with trip
thinkin’ he tough, but don’t got a stick
like, thinkin’ he tough, but don’t got a stick, b*tch
[verse 4: bory300]
oh, he tough? what’s up?
put a cap in yo ass, you be right on tv
let me k!ll in the back of the v
she suckin’ sloppy, this sh*t got a lean
you not gang, do not throw up the 3
big chop, spin the ‘hav tryna catch me a gz
let it blow if he push up on me
b*tch, i do not lack, keep them men around me
can’t be gang if you broke and not on that
bro told me to chill and just off that
this finger gon’ blow, b*tch we already know that
i was late for [?]
can’t be gang if you broke and not on that
bro told me to chill and just off that
this finger gon’ blow, b*tch we already know that
i was late for [?]

[verse 5: mula gzz]
i’m like, “h*llo, it’s mula”, i like doin’ pop ups
jay hound might bring out the knocker
like wait, don’t try us
don’t got the knock, we gon’ do him like lotti
in the field, yeah, i’m lookin’ behind me
oh my god, that’s why rah got bodied
knocker gon’ rip the opp, he lookin’ ‘ocky
i ain’t duckin’, you know where to find me
like, are you crazy? i’ma boom him
free [?], he been movin’ stupid
f*ck a whip, they fall, i’ma tweak it
b*tch, i’m a demon, put it in my music
see a gunna’, i’ma have to do it, shoot him
he said 300k? n*gga, prove it
and now we on him, like, watch what we doin’
better watch what you say ‘fore i lose it
big 48, leave a f*ck n*gga clueless
like, go crazy, go stupid
bory, he with me, that boy movin’ ruthless
better watch what you say ‘fore i lose it
big 48, leave a f*ck n*gga clueless
like, go crazy, go stupid
bory, he with me, that boy movin’ ruthless
[outro]
lowkeymali, what’s the word?
chee on the beat
mmm, nah, turn that up, young madz

- jay hound 300 lyrics

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