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backstabbers freestyle - jaymoney30 & 392 lil head lyrics

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[intro: jaymoney30 & 392 lil head]
come on
belt gang, 24
30 sh*t
lil head
belt gang, n*gga
ain’t sh*t to slide up, n*gga
come on, ayy

[verse 1: jaymoney30]
n*ggas get to d*ck suckin’ once they see a n*gga lit
tryna hang with me to show the hoes that they be turnt for real
i got pull and respect, i done put in work for real
last skit the reason why your brother on that shirt for real
i be hip to every play, n*ggas always ’round me watchin’
money stuffed up in my pocket
is these thousands worth the baby draco smackin’ where your top at?
you on that with your mans, but caught an opp and never got back
i don’t hang with n*ggas, nah, my head nappy, where a stop at?
n*ggas treat me likе i’m kodak, they don’t wanna see me winnin’
i got locked, ain’t havе no money, n*gga, now look, came with it
they gon’ love you when you ballin’, when you down, they gon’ forget you
tell a n*gga no once, they act like you ain’t never did it
why the hoes be givin’ drops out like n*ggas finna spin it?
last n*gga tried that, y’all ain’t seen him in a minute
belt gang, we made n*ggas get the f*ck up outta inkster
i ain’t did it, then i sent him, i can’t f*ck if she ain’t richer
[verse 2: 392 lil head]
yeah, we take money, i get ten on me (30)
micro, arp, i got fin on me (drac’d up)
soon as we get a drop, we gon’ spin on him (we comin’)
faceshot gang, k hit lower than a chin on him (faceshots)
backstabbin’, me and gang got a new watch (it’s mine)
yeah, my wrist was plain, now it’s blew out (from hutch)
yeah, the opps had the lo’, i got a new house (in the a)
perc 10s, i get ’em for the low, i got two routes (ot)
i don’t got friends, only day*ones (otf)
matter fact, speakin’ of dog, yeah, i hate cuh (haha)
i just hit her from the back, now she hate thumbs (she a freak)
rod and lik in here trippin’, they off eight drugs (high as h*ll)
we do head taps, we do faceshots (uh*huh)
switchy jam, now i swear i really hate glocks (brrt)
in ohio for a show, we got eight glocks (we out here)
pour a four in the water ’cause i hate pop, n*gga

[outro: 392 lil head]
belt gang
what up, jaymoney?

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