Testo M.E.M 2 Jacksonville - BlocBoy JB feat. SpotemGottem
Testo della canzone M.E.M 2 Jacksonville (BlocBoy JB feat. SpotemGottem), tratta dall'album Bacc 2 Da Bloc
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ha, ha
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju got it)
We gon' ride to this, where you niggas goin' you can't hide from this
They call a quits, pillow talk to the bitch but we gon' call a hit
Dirty stick, 33 can't miss, ayy, we gon' knock yo' shit
Still remember them days when I was broke without a pot to piss
This me and my Glock right here, hold em' with I spit a opp right here
Ain't a nigga I fear, he died, his brother died, they outta here
Catch up my car, I don't know why they wanna be opp
His set out there, got put on Fox
Ain't nothin' but anothеr bottom of a Glock, aha
Gordon dragic, pocket rocket, bitch, I get the hеat on me
I just caught my opp, that new got sleep on it
I creeped on it, walk down gang, we killed a big homie
Five shots left in this Glock, but it got a stick on it
Stop, call at me, hop out, I don' hit his big homie
Nigga right here sweet, for Mercedes just put a bitch on me
Paraplegic, bro, he paralyzed as shit
I'll box out with a fifth, pull up, put him on his dick
I just got a bitch to put me on a lick
She said nigga got 400k and meet up about six
Put a bump stock on the Glocc but still I'll never ever switch
Who the fuck told these young niggas that they're out here runnin' shit?
Kill a nigga ass and feel the opposite, she died 'cause she was on opps shit
Bought a hunnid in jewelry, uh, no type, quit the block bitch
S.R.T. hit the gas, turn his bitch and watch it drip
I spread a opp out here (out here)
I spread a opp out here (out here)
It's not a opp here that a nigga fear
Smokin' dead guys while I'm driving, I can't even steer
I be blinded all diamonds hit like a chandelier
Reach for one of my chain, I bet I make a nigga disappear
Belaire and Moet (Moet), she gon' give me mo' sex (mo' sex)
She like Casamigos (what), then have her bow-legged (then have her bow-legged)
Bullets pierce his skin, aim all at his forehead
Murder in his adlibs then listen to what he said (what he said)
(Listen, what he said, listen to what he said)
Murder in his adlibs then listen to what he said
Murder in his adlibs then listen to what he said
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Writer(s): Michael Mule, Isaac De Boni, Julian Mason, Keanu Dean Torres, James Lee Baker, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
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