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job done - jdot breezy lyrics

[intro]
ayy
n*gga
uh, i don’t get into that
go pick up that strap, don’t mention me over no internet (thanks, yakree)
ayy, b*tch, ayy

[verse]
all that pickin’ sides, i ain’t into that
go pick up that strap, don’t mention me over no internet
bro hit sh*t for fun, ricky run, we gon’ hit his back
.45 hit his lung, now he done, you can’t get him back
extendo on my bl!ck, let’s make a fl!ck, let’s see how wet it get
hit that corner with that drac’ and make your man do jumpin’ jacks
opps need to stop lyin’ like when they k!ll us, we don’t k!ll ’em back
i ran up a check callin’ them plays like i’m the quarterback
b*tch, you better not come through here, the safe inside is where you at
i lied about poppin’ beans, b*tch, i’m still off the x
ig lives and phone calls, we askin’ where you n*ggas at
posted on that block with semis, itchin’ just to catch a hat
we don’t know that car, we up the bl!cks and we like, “who is that?”
these b*tches f*ck anybody, love my gun and not a nat
i just wanna f*ck her once, that p*ssy fire, can’t get attached
she callin’ my phone, i get that neck and never text her back
i upgraded gang ‘nem, them switches come with extra kick
run up on me, you gon’ die for thinkin’ i’m a f*ckin’ l!ck
you lied in your rhymes, b*tch*ass n*gga cappin’, make me sick
we gon’ k!ll the bait, but first, we use ’em just to whack the fish
these n*ggas be have*dones, they see me, they be scared as sh*t
you know i’ma wrap one, jdot never leave the bl!ck
if we in the mall, i see an opp and i’ma hit
hundred thousand all cash in one winter, b*tch, i’m lit
uh, i’ll still hit a block though, i forget that i’m an artist
pop out, let them sh*lls ring, we just had a chopper party
run up on ’em, tag team, matt came with jeff hardy
rock and roll what? this chop got nuts, the drac’ gon’ hit the hardest
lovin’ 7.62’s, we put ’em at mentals
your homie got hit with lead, but we ain’t use no pencils
wait on ’em, we stalk ’em out, we comin’ to get you
you don’t wanna feel this bl!ck? common sense, b*tch, move
n*gga spoke on leeke and he paid for it
chop him down, we shave boy
i can’t beef with broke n*ggas or no g*y boy
shake choppers like maracas, knock tony off skateboards
hawk him down, drop him, pop him, glock f*ck up his face card
b*tch, give me my sp*ce, wh0re
i say less, they say more
i know what to do about it, shoot n*ggas that play hard
if i want that hat, this b*tch go blatt and hit your bodyguard
ig gangsters p*ssy, see us, come here, what you runnin’ for?
glock gang, glock galore
all glocks, all aboard
my opp got hit four times, so my favorite number four
on sight, these n*ggas dyin’, k look like a f*ckin’ ford
outside, n*gga, i ain’t hidin’, pull up, get your ass torched

- jdot breezy lyrics

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