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be back soon - jay5ive lyrics

[part 1]

[verse]

he better start usin’ his head and move cautious
this not a deuce, it’s the beam on a taurus

it’s not a gun that i touched i ain’t toss it
someone tell jack to get back on his bullsh*t
woo n*ggas runnin’, i’m gettin’ exhausted
how they keep runnin’? i’m tired of givin’ warnings
free the sweeps, free the slimes, like we been kickin’ doors in
shots gettin’ thrown at like 2 in the mornin’
i was out shootin’, they wasn’t performin’
gave her the broom, said she lovе me, she lost it
kick me a chеvy and watch how i sauce it
head to your p’s lookin’ for [?], yeah i’m on ’em
i’m with the 8’s tryna boom at a flocka

how many shot tryna mention g poppa?
they mentionin’ nay so we smokin’ his father

he keep on cappin’ and you n*ggas listen
he said when he see me he gonna throw 50
but you had to chance to throw one and you didn’t
i ain’t never heard about 5ive on no rick sh*t
anytime you with 5ive, n*ggas say that i cl!cked it
anytime when i ran when the d’s on my pivot
and i ain’t even run, that’s why i’m in the system
bendin’ through blocks, word to bro, tryna spark ’em
grinch like i don’t got a dollar, i’m starvin’
10 blocks [?], we was buggin’ in harlem
hundo, drew, st. nick, park ’em
said he did what to a sweep? talkin’ nonsense
spin back to back, word to bro, not a problem
if a broom gettin’ upped, better think about dodgin’
we pullin’ up to his block tryna drop him
n*ggas get locked, start changin’ they set
the only thing that i ever threw up was the jet
flyin’ that sh*t while i’m bendin’ through lex’
naz in the cell, gettin’ calls from collect
dot got booked, i ain’t know how to feel

all my guys either snapped, on the rock or the feds

he tell me the days go faster off the steps
like, i tell that b*tch, i ain’t nothin’ like her ex
big deadgame when i bend through they ‘jects
give a f*ck ’bout some mike’s, i’d rather wear a tech
number 5 on the floor, somebody call the tech

deady ain’t none but another one dead

metri, kodak, ye, love ’em
but they know the move if i run into sesh
like, b*tch, i’m a hound, take a pup to a vet
like, she only want me ’cause she heard i’m*
[outro]
sweepers, word to my deads, n*gga
free the bros n*gga, n*ggas know how i get, word to my deads

[part 2]

[verse 1]
n*ggas claim that they gettin’ active ’til them n*ggas run into a f*ckin’ sweep
brodie f*ckin’ shot a couple n*ggas, i can’t name a time he ever used a beam
unknown n*ggas tryna make a name, they tryna spin my block, won’t see the f*ckin’ g
up the block we really causin’ pain, n*gga [?] he ran and hit the f*ckin’ v
i been lately tryna bend on n*ggas, tryna purge on n*ggas, get another ski
i ain’t never need a f*ckin’ block, don’t need a f*ckin’ gang, don’t need a f*ckin’ team
i be really thinkin’ bout the times we was spinnin’ blocks, me and chunky b
i was really tryna shoot a n*gga, that was way before i had [?] on me
but f*ck that, like i don’t need a passport
ain’t no beef,
we invadin’ they block like a task force
i got a habit of not hearin’ “pass off”
they get to runnin’, they hear that the gat off
i’m like a dyk*, pullin’ up, let the strap off
i don’t give a f*ck if i don’t got my mask on
’cause the drills that i got, had my mask off

that n*gga dead, he could not make a last call
and lil’ bro tryna aim for the backboards
tell lil’ bro if he fl!ck, knock his cap off
i get to fl!ckin and spinnin’, go mad hard

this ain’t a stoley, yeah, this just a fast car
n*ggas look like the d’s when we pull out this black car
go skrrt, that n*gga yellin’ out “ahhh!”
n*gga got shot, he was yellin’ out “pahh!”

, bullet, gotz2go fried
maybach, go and back for your shhhh
go get back for that last one
[?], ripped ’em, he caught a bad one
every shot that i threw, i was tryna pack one
every gun that i touched, i promised i’ll blast one

[?] did bad, blamed it on the d*mn gun
drako came home, and i had my handgun

[interlude]
mcfk, n*gga
i be doin the most
word to my deads, gettin’ hit with this sh*t
doin’ the most
we got a foreign, three bl!cks in this sh*t
doin’ the most
we tryna do him like rip in this

[bridge]
rippy, nazzy, diddy, bobby
ldot, shaka, ,
coolie, gutta, , gotti
benzo, spliffed him, new opp bodied
grab a pole and do it like this
i call it the mel
e with the dot, he did it like this
baow baow, put the gun to himself
oyk, just do it like this
two pokies, do him like
look to the side and look for your brother
dd, your lil’ brother cryin’ for help

[verse 2]
i cannot be like blockwork
they would never say that jay5ive tell
dudey, he missin’ his pops
dee missin’ , both of them n*ggas shelf
ahhh! mel
wasca, y’all lost him as well
bad day, he did a million views for the lies that that n*gga was tellin’ himself
bad day, when i seen , on bro i was throwin’ and drako, he fell
that way, that’s where them f*ck n*ggas go, like i’m tryna fl!ck while i climb over rails

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