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ghost - jay hound, jay5ive, sweepersent & doomsday productions lyrics

[part i]

[intro: kendrick lamar & schoolboy q, jay hound]
if pirus and crips all got along (warning, this is not a drill)
they’d probably gun me down by the end of this song (commencing: operation doomsday)
seem like the whole city go against me (grrah, grrah)
every time i’m in the street, i hear—
(yawk! yawk! yawk! yawk!)
(grrah, grrah, boom)

[chorus: jay hound]
n*gga, when i up better get out the—
i’m on that block, i was dumpin’ my g, wasn’t leavin’ with nothin’ they think i’m insane
i’m on ‘4th if you feelin’ a way, they started throwin’, went out with a bang
bro kept on playin’ like ghost—
bro kept on playin’ like ghost but he throwin’ like cane

[verse 1: jay hound]
let off two out the deuce, it was strange
brodie annoyin’ me, i’m throwin’ pain
i*i done been everywhеre wearin’ my chain
don’t get ems, ain’t no patiеnt
i told brodie to hop out, get busy
ask what i do, bro emerged, he was with me
bullets is flyin’ like birds—
bullets is flyin’ like boy number 12 on the grizzlies
[verse 2: jay5ive]
word to bro, i get busy
bend through that block with the glock, i threw fifty
n*gga, you wasn’t there on that block late night, word to bro
i was totin’ my sitchy
like, gotti blu wanna diss on my deads? spin through the sev’, tryna send him to rippy, n*gga
like, thunder bklu, word to bro got me fessed
he couldn’t see n*ggas covers was p*ssy?
bend through the block, i threw one in the head
if bro tell me, “fl!ck”, then i fl!ck ’til it’s empty
citi bike for the drill, i threw ‘dot on the pegs
and we tryna spin on that block ’til we dizzy
ldot caught a shot, n*gga died on the bench
like, they don’t get back, not for none of them n*ggas
now you know we don’t f*ck with them n*ggas
i see them in person, i up on them n*ggas
grrah, grrah, like i got a gun
so tell me, like why would i run from you n*ggas?
like, word to my dead, i been outside for months
and i did not run into none of you n*ggas
like, don’t make me jump out and dump on you n*ggas
put the beam on his back and have fun with you n*ggas
i could bend through that block, throwin’ ten at you n*ggas
like how many i threw at you bumblebee n*ggas?

[verse 3: jay hound]
if i ain’t out totin’ on g then my ‘ooter got it, no it can’t run with me
a*ask brodie, you know i keep a gun with me
t*two opp thots, tryna have fun with me
bro, it jammed up, i was throwin’, the sh*t stopped workin’ and i think she was done with me
think i’m a rapper, n*gga, come see what’s up with me
if you go against us, might as well off yourself, n*gga (grrah, grrah, boom)
[chorus: jay hound]
n*gga, when i up better get out the—
i’m on that block, i was dumpin’ my g, wasn’t leavin’ with nothin’ they think i’m insane
i’m on ‘4th if you feelin’ a way, they started throwin’, went out with a bang
bro kept on playin’ like ghost—
bro kept on playin’ like ghost but he throwin’ like cane

[outro: jay hound & sdot go]
n*gga, when i up better get out the—
i’m on that block, i was dumpin’ my g, wasn’t leavin’ with nothin’ they think i’m insane
i’m on ‘4th if you feelin’ a way, they started throwin’, went out with a bang
bro kept on playin’ like ghost—
bro kept on playin’ like ghost but he throwin’ like cane
(it’s the f*ckin’ sweeps, you heard?)
(b*tches get switched when they come in the spot, like, word to bro)
(y’all know my body, you heard?)
(i’ll be home, real soon)
grrah, grrah, boom

[part ii]

[intro: jay hound]
(yo kezzy, yo kezzy, this sh*t got me trippin’)
(warning, this is not a drill)
(commencing: operation doomsday)
(fx, turn that sh*t up)
grrah, grrah, boom, like word to bro, n*gga
[verse: jay hound & jay5ive]
they say*they say i walk with my head down bro, i think these diamonds too heavy
if he movin’ ‘wokk on that block and we get down low, the ‘ooter i’m with, he a lefty
he gon’ dream about me, i’m like freddy
if it’s problems, you gotta address me
i heard the opps on that block, shootin’ they vid’, i’m lookin’ like bro is you ready?
why you askin’ like bro if i’m ready? you don’t gotta ask, n*gga, pull up and get me
heard the caine n*gga died from the ‘hill tryna get him some food, like they turned his chicken to sesame
it ain’t a problem we don’t got already and i’m an ‘ooter so why would he test me?
bro back to back on that block, me and s.g., i know them cops tryna come and arrest me
i’m throwin’ shots from the 3, i’m like luka
you better ask ’bout jay5ive, i’m a shooter

- jay hound jay5ive sweepersent doomsday productions lyrics

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