Jay Bunkin
I catch a lick then I head outta town, if I wanna be low, I'm unreachable
Bro catch a hit when we goin', it's mission forever, that shit is unspeakable
This shit be told, I ain't teachin' you
Niggas ain't solid, I swear this shit preachable
Boy, ain't no hidin', we seekin' you
Pull right up on you, we see you like Peekaboo
I won't ever fear no man, I'll do exactly what he could do
Just crashed that Porsche but that shit ain't 'bout nothin'
I'm still on the highway, I'm speedin' through
For Christmas, I'm coppin' the vehicle
If you want static, just keep that shit me and you
Talk Smelly, that shit RIP-able
Don't want a hammer, young niggas compete with you
And I got the gang with me now, tonight is a movie
I'm sippin' on Henny, it's blunts in the air, I'm tight, feelin' woozy
And shawty, she type, lookin' fine, she fake, tried to scoop me
I'm rockin' designer, you see what he wearin', he drivin' a hoopty
Money comin' in and I'm loopy, in the spot with the D'USSÉ
Brokest tried to hit a dance but a nigga can't, got 'em lookin' bougie
Glizzy, got it in my pants, I don't give a damn, let a nigga poof me
Sour high where the roof be, three-car garage, where the coupe be
Got this shit up on my own, big crib, mad rooms, different zone
Just talked to brodie on the phone, he said he soon comin' home
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