No Problems (feat. SosaGotBandss)

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Lil Jerk

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Yeah Lil J Jerk
Sosa in this bitch
They aint ready
Nah i can't stop
Dove up in the ocean, with a Glock up on my hip
I dare sucka trip, I'm gon' let this 40's spit
Since 13 been with the shits, sendin' shots and sendin' blitz
Runnin' up in people's cribs, no you don't live like this
See some snakes I heard em hiss, yeah I'm all about my business
I can't f*ck with these niggas, they actin' like some bitches
Yeah I can't f*ck with no snakes, these niggas like some serpents
I'ma run it up, I get my digits, that's for certain
I get money with no problems, I stack my dollars
Chillin' with my homie Sosa finna get it what's up
I get your hit, yeah thats no problem
Don't get involved, yeah
Choppa like a razor blade, it really cut you up
And I been gettin' faded everyday, I don't think I'ma stop
Roll my blunt and smoke my pain away, I put it in the sky
I been smokin' way too much, but I still get high like a kite
But I know it's cause I mix up everything to feel alright
I grip this pistol tight to make me feel alright uh-huh
Yeah I slide through they block may not survive the night uh-huh
Jerk got my back with his blick he by my side uh-huh
Nah we don't miss if he trip we leave em swiss uh-huh
Why you speakin' on my name, this choppa really hit you up
Yeah I'm faded off these strains, gettin' money, gettin' dubs
I got the Glock and I got the aim, yeah I hit you then I'm gone
I put that shit on channel 2 and then I watch it all night long
I ain't rude, niggas bitches, I'm just spittin' straight facts
Yeah quit it with that act, all that talkin' get you whacked
Yeah I pull up, walk him down, and I'm rockin' all black
They heard the bullets run like track, and I'm gettin' to the bag
Yeah I'm gettin' to my bag, get my paper, get my cake
Ayy I'm stackin' this shit up, I gotta go and break the bank
Never stoppin', slowin' up, I'm movin' fast like I'm in a race
Even if I did slow down, nobody catchin' up, right now
But I'm finna crash it out, yeah I'm finna cash it out
Me and Sosa and this bitch just like some pins, we knock em' down
But I'm smokin' every day and I'm makin' money, makin' plays
I ain't never finna stop, cause this shit is just my lifestyle
Shit is just my lifestyle
Ask me how I do it, I don't even know how
I never write no lyrics, I just freestyle
Aye we pull up, we knock on your mama crib
We go in we bust it down
Ayy, yeah, yeah, there ain't no limit on me
I know I'm a dog, but these niggas all over me like some fuckin' flees
Ayy, they should put me in the hall of fame, I'm goin' crazy like 23
But it never finna leave the heat, I always got a heater on me
Ayy, and I stay off of the media, always gotta keep a heater
And I'm always smokin' what? Ayy, I'm always smokin' jeeters
And my music always what? Yeah, always bumpin' in your speakers
I get money with no problem, I get money with no problem
I get money with no problems, I stack my dollars
Chillin' with my homies, sosa finna get it wassup
I get your hit, yeah, that's no problem
Don't get involved, yeah
Choppa like a razor blade, it really cut you up

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