M.E.M 2 Jacksonville

Tay Keith fk these ngas up
Ha, ha
And if the beat live you know Lil Ju got it

Gone ride to dis
Where u ngas goin you can't hide
Dey call a quits pillow talk to da bch
But we gone call hit
Dirty stick 33 can't miss
Aye we gone knock yo st
Still remember dem days
Wen I was broke without a pot to piss

This me and my glock
Hold em' wit I spit a opp right here
Ain't a nga 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 nuttin' but another bottom of a Glock

Gordon Dragic pocket rocket
Bch I get da heat on me
I just caught my opp
Dat new got sleep on it
I creeped on it
Walk down gang
We killed a big homie
5 shots left in dis glocs
But it got a stick on it

Stop call at me hop out
I done hit his big homie
Nga right here sweet
Fo Mercedes just put a bch on
Paraplegic bro he paralyzed as st
I'll box out with a fifth
Pull up put him on his deeck

I just got a bch to put me on a licc
She said nga got 400k and meet up a 6
Put a bump stock on da Glocc
But still I'll never ever switch
Who Df told these young ngas
Dat Dey out here

Kill a nga a*s and feel it
Opp shes out cuz she was oppa st
Bought a hunnid in jewelry
No type quit the block bch
SRT hit the gas turn his bch and watch it drip
I spread a opp out here
I spread a opp out here

It's not a op here
Dat a nga 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 nga disappear

Belaire and Moet
She gon give me mo sex
She like Casamigos
Then have her bow legged
Bullets pierce his skin
Aim all at his forehead
Murder in his adlibs
Then 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...