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tcardi - jay5ive lyrics

[intro]
grrah grrah boom
(oh my god, you’re spvtnik!)
grrah, grrah grrah boom
like, bro let me go get my gun in this…
bro why the f*ck…
grrah

[chorus]
why the f*ck is he runnin’? like
i bring my gun when i’m ready to party
wanna know if i’m buggin’? like
i’m boutta flock, brodie told me tcardi (rackz, rackz, rackz)
i ain’t into the cuffin’, why?
she broke my heart, now she tryna say sorry
off the perky i’m bussin’, drive
i’m really hopin’ i don’t crash the ‘rari

[verse]
we was spinnin’ through blocks, just lettin’ it flame
and we got more guns than the n*z*s
b*tch from the opps and she keep tryna get in my brain
i already know that she oppy
she must think she got one, on bro, she must think i’m a stain
but i’m tryna catch me a body
i was not dissin’ until they start mentioning my gang
but i’m tryna do him like shh
i’m tryna do him like notti
throw up his hands, he get shot tryna box me
no, i am not tryna fight rocky
he did not know i was totin’ my glocky
bro, ridin’ like rowdy and bobby
i’m taking time for my brothers ’cause i want ’em home
i threw the beam on the catti
she let me beat on her back while i’m grabbin’ her throat
she threw the perc in the wocky
she doin’ sh*t ’cause she know i’m not sippin’ patron
she be like, “fever, you got me”
baby, i’m sorry, but i cannot answer my phone
free brodie, he doin’ that bid sh*t
free bro, he was standin’ on business
n*ggas can’t talk ’cause they know that we did sh*t
i really walk up on blocks, i done hit sh*t
loafin’ on blocks, we knock one off the hit list
don’t need to beef with lil’ brodie to hit sh*t
brodie in court with the scap, tryna rip sh*t
brodie was christian, like, everyday christmas
spin in the v, then my bro tryna flip sh*t
nine .223s when we ready to spliff sh*t
smoke ‘dot, he in my system
somebody go pick his neck off the benches
like, i put the gun to his head, his medulla
b*tches acting like kids, think i need me a cougar
brodie never did bad, i don’t question my shooter
i got n*ggas who shh, but i called me a ‘ooter
n*gga thought we was 12 when he jumped off the scooter
n*gga scared of my gun, this sh*t look like a ruler
we invade every block, n*ggas call us intruders
n*gga think that i’m lacking, i’m totin’ my*
like, bro i can’t put the broom up
if he with his b*tch, sdot said to move her
d’s on my d*ck, i know how to maneuver
got so much ice, think i’m gaby the jeweler
[bridge]
bro i can’t put the broom up
if he with his b*tch, sdot said to move her
d’s on my d*ck, i know how to maneuver
got so much ice, think i’m gaby the jeweler

- jay5ive lyrics

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