Jayo Sama - Wwz lyrics

I got some clout always to keep myself from going under Cause these crackas ain’t sparing sh*t giving out jersey numbers Round here it’s hot winters and cold summers I seen a ni**a get shot i turned into stevie wonder Kill one of my brothers and ima double back w the cutter It rain when ni**as die palm beach full of bloody puddles I go dumb way but my brother b**boo go way dumber Caught a body at 17 he put him way under You hear the time you facing now you telling everything ni**as turning into rats and it’s starting to scare me I know once i get out ni**as gon try to bury me that’s why i gotta keep the flame on me everyday You see this real ni**a sauce i let marinate,get your hoe cause your old lady wanna marry me She stuck with me when she with you she wanna separate Now i’m laughing at your clown ass like a parody I really be out here on the block catching every play I’m on the lookout for opps they come through every way They send through popping shots but they airplay Then i retaliate nothing but headshots like hairspray I know the feds watching from a distance with they telescope Every time they give me a bond they raise it up some more I feel like i’m one yard away from walking out the door I feel like beast mode they crackas don’t wanna see score I’m 21 with more stripes than a barcode You wanted to be a narc i wanted to be a narco Free jack he was on the run like el chapo Since a youngin i been out here thuggin with my vatos My dawg had to shank a fu*k ni**a free marlow Want a go to war? sh*t i got enough cargo I keep an extra clip in my mf cargo Try to spin a bin i shooting everywhere your car go I go harder than marbo and i’m too fly like somebody off of marvel ni**a don’t try you gon end up in a dark hole I smell blood like a great whites shark nose I just had to strike out on us marshals Who in that foreign? reverse park that’s that ni**a that be getting money heard he doing fraud He was counting his guala now he looking into this rod Told him give it to me or ni**a give it to god and you don’t wanna do that be real what the hell god gon do with that He ain’t have his tool on him so he couldn’t shoot back I told my lil ni**a hitta grab his louis bag I learned how to rob duece from baby zoe Big bro showed how to come through and stop the show Like hold this a stick up, ni**a lay on your face and hit the floor and ima co*k it back if you moving too slow I’m a lil hot ni**a with a real short fuse Ight told me to rob the plug if he ever try to short you You can send your hittas at me you gon have a short crew Make them ni**as do a u turn like a horseshoe Got this choppa to get your burned i got plenty more too Your ni**a in the dirt it could be your turn soon Ain’t stopping until you learn don’t say i ain’t warn you In my cities ni**as get murked like it’s world war ii