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ebk - lil j4 lyrics

[intro]
gang,gang,gang (cbg c*ck back gang n*ggas know what the f*ck goin on man). gang aye lil stewie dis this b*tch (gentlebeatz), gang

[chorus,lil j4]
keep dis pistol on my side in case a n*gga watchin’ me she don’t pray to god when she on her knees she eatin’ meat you ain’t ready for the life you need to get from out da streets we can’t shoot from out dis ride i guarantee we get on feet in dis rushin’ can go shoot dis b*tch sound like j*panese all my n*ggas steppin’ know it ain’t no p*ssy in our genes p*ssy whatchu reppin’ ? you don’t even know what dat sh*t mean i’m in 30 seconds lurkin’ trynna put sum on a screen

[verse 1, lil j4]
i got bigger dreams these hoes trynna f*ck they see dats mе come get rid of me dеy ain’t trynna slide these n*ggas sweet we don’t duck no beef when i see yo face we meet and greet f*ck my enemies why you clutch yo gun? cause i’m on beat even b*tches know we spinnin’ we the ones do all da k!llin’ and she wanna come to cbg she know dem n*ggas winnin’ and i know i’m goin to h*ll i pray to god but i be sinnin’ (and i know i’m goin to h*ll i pray to god but i be sinnin’)

[verse 2,1wayy4xx]
hol on stew why they flaggin’ like they don’t know what we do? hit up a few (dis a 2 door b*tch we still slide out the coupe), dis a 2 man talkin’ 2 man only 2 man when we shoot out the window and out the roof dey must think dey bullet proof think it’s magic the way im clappin’ he get hit i make em’ poof casamigos for da freak hoes me and bro nem off a boof f*ck 43rd we bendin curves like what the f*ck n*ggas go do he got choppa dat hold 100 but go put 4 nicc on you

[verse 3, lil j4]
dey know dis sh*t get tragic dis way if you play you lay bro nem off that ride we see dat b*tch again he go spray i ain’t gotta say too much but bro just copped a brand new drac crackas hit the lights we do the race dey need to , dudey yous a b*tch you don’t dat number add a k when dey swung dat switch you was runnin’ round a hoppin gates yus said who can’t come back to dat hood ? p*ssy ass n*gga who can’t ? fathead b*tch so what you finna say ? cause you ain’t take a thing dats on a4 grave you woulda played i’ll buss a n*gga brain why the f*ck y’all claimin’ d’s and d’s ain’t f*ck wit a4trey? (but y’ll know how he get cause he was stampin’ sh*t for a4nay), n*ggas cliquin’ up y’all g*y as f*ck how the f*ck y’all ?

[chorus repeated, lil j4]
keep dis pistol on my side in case a n*gga watchin’ me she don’t pray to god when she on her knees she eatin’ meat you ain’t ready for the life you need to get from out da streets we can’t shoot from out dis ride i guarantee we get on feet in dis rushin’ can go shoot dis b*tch sound like j*panese all my n*ggas steppin’ know it ain’t no p*ssy in our genes p*ssy whatchu reppin’ ? you don’t even know what dat sh*t mean i’m in 30 seconds lurkin’ trynna put sum on a screen

[outro, 1way4xx]
(trynna put sum on a screen n*gga)

- lil j4 lyrics

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