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Jaey Kilo

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Aye I like the way this shit started
Punch me in right here
Let's do it
To y'all them niggas is fly, but they look broke to me (Look broke)
To y'all them niggas is raw, but they a joke to me (A joke)
To y'all them niggas is real, but they look hoe to me (Look Hoe)
To y'all them niggas is pressure, but they smoke to me
So my heart fell dry
While the clock tell time
Both us hot hell fly
Look with hostile eyes
Gave her Cartel Vibes
On a cocktail night
She do not tell lies
She the top scale type
No clothes, we straighten money on the Iron Board
Real hood shit, the lifestyle that she admiring for
She said “Jaey I look at you, and I just see you shining forth”
“And inside my mind you fine, i'm drooling just like I am 4”
Plus I'm really with it, I ain't flodging like your past lovers
I could show you different, drop your guard, and drop the act cover
And i'm really lit, just like a match inside a gas oven
So i'm bound to blow, I give out smoke 'cause we got mad cutters
Pre teens we was breaking jaws, like “watch me lean ‘em bih”
‘Fore we had our licenses we pulled up, and would steam ‘em bih (hot)
You want ‘em dead ? I got ‘em handled i'ma clean ‘em bih
Hoping my next one keep my baby an don't abort like this Antiguan bih damn
To y'all them niggas is fly, but they look broke to me (Look broke)
To y'all them niggas is raw, but they a joke to me (A joke)
To y'all them niggas is real, but they look hoe to me (Look Hoe)
To y'all them niggas is pressure, but they smoke to me
So my heart fell dry
While the clock tell time
Both us hot hell fly
Look with hostile eyes
Gave her Cartel Vibes
On a cocktail night
She do not tell lies
She the top scale type
Man f*ck the clout and that lil' drama, I don't care for neither one
Deposit first before you see me, i'ma need to see the funds
Knew I was on to something, i'm finna flip to beat the punch
'Cause if I up this bitch it hit you, ‘fore you even see the gun
Drop the clip and put another “Okay i'm reloaded !”
You the type that like to pull it out, but never smoke it
I'm the type that I like making moves, but never post it
F*ck all of that showing off, we kill you but won't boast it
I'm better at bagging a bitch in person, then in DM's
'Cause in real life i'm litter then the net, you wouldn't see them
These rappers really pussy, calling 12 on they BM
After they hit jawn just to get clothes, I couldn't be them
Aware of my surroundings, see you watching cross the room
I could look into your eyes, an see the bitch you not a goon
I'm 21 right now, I need a son or daughter soon
With the right woman though, I can't cum in a thottler womb
So my heart fell dry
While the clock tell time
Both us hot hell fly
Look with hostile eyes
Gave her Cartel Vibes
On a cocktail night
She do not tell lies
She the top scale type
Rome sitting ‘hind them walls, he gon' jump in September
And when he TD we gon' T up, and come hot as a ember
Ran the streets and put in work, it's fair to say I earned emblems
Khalick was lying in a casket, and ain't had no blood in him
This April coming gon' make 5 years, since Granddad had died
And we been slacking, ain't no tombstone to visit him lie
My Auntie told me she stop using, and we both know she lied
My grandma Alzheimer's worsening, I could see the decline
Damn run that bitch back from the top, let me hear the whole thing

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