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follow the leader - jayy grams lyrics

follow the leader lyrics
[intro]
i don’t like none of these people up here. and i’m gon’ tell ya. sooner or later, we gon’ get what we came up here for

[verse 1: smoke dza]
uh
i got some paper on me, and an *rs*nal too
they paint houses and they do their own carpentry too (uh)
fresh hammers out the boxes, what they often would use
not talking racquet deals when i say they put a contract on you (really)
uh, mask up, the pole got lasers
professional homе invaders, they only favors (uh)
marksmen, no attachmеnts, and no relation
was it a hit or a accident? it was a combination (mmm)
uh, sh*t i handle things hands*free (uh)
wherever the chips fall, i got it from a to z (uh)
delusional n*ggas, the land of the make*believe
watch how you talk unless you ain’t afraid to leave

[interlude]
i don’t care who you with. we gon’ get you. you saw what we did to them. and everyone in this

[verse 2: jayy grams]
yeah
i’m a different species, you can enlist my feces
in the hall of fame, when i’m hardly strained, and taunt you weaklings
never the sauce you geekin’, you drippin’ faucets, nauseous
hardly take precautions, and now you caught in this coffin griefin’
let me get off the deep*end, i’m rehabilitated
when a og give you game, proceed to innovate it
we be gettin’ faded, put the p’s and q’s on any hater
[von and halo?] need a gram to draw, then i’m a ill*strator
i stimulate the neighbors if they can encrypt the data
and they be bumpin’, playin’ every single bit like sega
and this the genesis, we could’ve prevented this
[?] we sin in this life, you never know when it finishes
homies with sentences, he had the snow on the train
he called the product “lomachenko” ’cause the blow from ukraine (k.o.)
throw us in chains for sh*t that’s in they nose and they veins
but they ain’t exercising rights, they doin’ aerobics and things (yeah)
n*gga, b*tch
[interlude]
i’ll beat your ass the way i beat her ass a long time ago. but you can’t do that. you hit me, i’m gon’ hit you back

[verse 3: nym lo]
yo
patchwork, then the rack stuff the nose (lord)
fish bowlin’ in the 7, look like bus windows (skrrt)
if i text you that we goin’ out the party, and us
30’s hanging out, then we got beef, so bring the extendos (brr)
drug sales in the store, we got ‘caine to go
plus that molly down the isle like i’m jalen rose
i got money on my mind, it invades my flow (cash)
and these wh0res are all over, they invade my clothes (yo)
what the f*ck you gon’ do with lo? (nothin’)
i already punished the block, now the studio (fact)
when i’m in next year sh*t i maneuver slow
shorty, your car is downstairs, don’t let that uber go (f*ck out here)
listen, dawg, you f*ckin’ with the nicest (nicest)
young, rich n*gga out the country on the island (right)
haul off the pills that got them liftin’ up their eyelids (hah)
i don’t even want it, i just pick it up and buy sh*t (cash)
i’m ’bout to buy a building by mistake, b*tch
that’s the kind of bills i got to play with (broke ass n*gga)
uh, these n*ggas ain’t real, they on some fake sh*t
if you ain’t gettin’ money, then don’t say sh*t, lord
[outro]
if you don’t like me, like i said before, then [?]
rfc

- jayy grams lyrics

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