Lyrics:
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you,
see it ya face
That you would rather be somewhere with me takin' off your lace
To a bikini shavin' pubic
I'm a diamond, he's cubic
You gave him yo
PreChorus:
Im on my street
These enemies in my list
I wanna broke them,please
Dont touch me if i miss
I dont care about your stupid bro
Kick him now he have
private"
He say I should tell the pilot to come and get him
And the crazy part about it, my nigga sitting in a prison
And the other crazy part about it, I
(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Chopsquad DJ on this bitch
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
I done sat back long enough (I
ching that
Bro slapped off on the opp block
Lock swear it nearly gave him whiplash
Luckily, he locked them elbows
He wasn't really tryna feel that
wreck
'Cause I tried to do The Wop
And almost broke my neck
Now when I got to the party
All the girls went nuts
'Cause I was jammin' to the DJ's cut
(Say
when I ride
I'm itchin' to blam man's face
(Lucii mixed this, baby, haha)
When I backed it live
I just see him ski daddle
He's on bitchin', snitchin',
county like a parade or second line
Chew a crew up, bitch ever tryin' to press his luck
I do a walk-by and leave him dry like a pool puck
And like a mad
shotties was blastin' cops came with body bags
And he's talkin' but nobody asked him
Naw he want attention he want his name yelled
And me and him always end
in the square
I won't let you run, nah, that ain't fair
So I clear my visions until I can spot him
Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him
Break it down in the spot you do the math
Nick dimes dubs even take cash app
I know the bouncer don't stash that
I know the dj gone blast that
Walk in
flirt a little bit, and make him think you feelin' him
Then smile at him, wink your eyes and make him think he gettin some
Before he know you by the door,
mind, you ain't thinkin' 'bout nothing
Stay with a nine, think bout sticking up something
Got jacked by your brother, he left you with nothing
Ran up
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
by DJ Fresh, taught me to be hands on like a DJ set
Till this day I thank God that he said yes
God put your hands on him so he stay blessed
I save
New Jersey stand up!
[DJ scratching Eminem sample]
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon" Yo!
"Pacewon"
"Pacewon"
(This is how the East Coast rocks)
(This is how
But you kept being in a broke-ass jit, homie
It's 2024, jit
Get your bread up
Shit uh, aye
I'll get the paper by myself, don't need no letter man
it's played out, it gotta stop
How you get beat up in your hood, but got this rappin' shit on lock
Don't make me call one of my shooters or FK, he keep
they hind em, they hind em
Them Feds find em, they find em, they find em
Don’t get surprised with a letter in the mail
They got him by
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
They call that boy HitMan (huh?), mission complete
He runnin' up, hittin' his target (boom, boom, boom, boom)
been love sick
Where I'm from this shit get rugged
And they all have sticks, this shit be tragic
He stepped on him in Dior, he was classy
He
naked (haha)
I look good in these jeans when I walk by
Make him do a double take with his mouth wide (he love it)
Bitch, I'm lit like a blunt you can't
can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
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