JILLAvsFREAKY (feat. Lil Reesoo)

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Jilla King

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Bitch, I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit I'm on that Murda Gang shit
I'm on that Murda Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit
Let's go, Jilla King Ay, that lil' bitch, she told me that she love me, that's a lie
I told that lil' bitch to hit me up when she wanna come by

Ay, ay, ay, lil' bitch, and you know I'm way too high
I ain't think about that bitch cause I got money on my mind
Ay, bitch, skirt, skirt might pull up in a Bently Coupe
Fonem dissin' on that net like, what the f*ck is wrong with dude

She leavin' hickeys on my neck like, what the f*ck is wrong with you
Told Freaky, let's go crazy and let's make a song or two
And I heard your shit was ass so I can't make no song with you
Fonem sick, he off the drugs, he coughin' like he got the flu

And that bitch get on my nerves, always catchin' attitudes
Told that bitch to get off my line cause I'ma text her back at two
Ay, Fonem  steady talkin' shit, I might have to slap that dude
We gon' slide up on this block, tell bro to pass that tool

And in the nighttime we gon' plot, slide up in the afternoon
Bad look, bitch, and she gon' thot, shake that ass and act a fool
Like a river, we gon' flood shit, her ass fat and that bitch sluggin
I might shoot, don't push my button, she stay soaked just like some sponges

And I ain't really hit the top, but watch me build up like construction
She be squirmin' and she cussin' when I put it in her stomach
And if you ain't talking no money, I ain't up for this discussion
Cause I'm all about that bread, all my racks come in abundance

Bitch, we been slayin them dragons, lockin' niggas in that dungeon
And that nighttime we on your porch, light shit up just like a pumpkin
We rock shit like Kyrie Irving, blow up shit without the turban
Thought my Glock was the newboys, the way that bitch be out here jerkin'

Get your bitch cause she be flirtin', D&D, so no disturbing
We stick shit up just like a surgeon, man, I flowed that shit so perfect
Man, this shit too easy, I don't really break no sweat
And I ain't talk about newports, but we light shit like cigarettes

Better wear your vest, that Glock gon' blow no clarinet
And Freak gon' pull up with the drum, we done turned that shit to a duet
I'm on some murder gang shit, I might take a nigga, bitch
I might roll a nigga up, smoke him, put him in the diss

I think your bitch, she wanna kiss, but I know she doin' dick
I keep my nine like RJ Barret, and I'm ballin' like the Knicks
Bitch, go to the moon
All of my niggas they high as hell, they off them shrooms

Skunk and shit, 4-0, bring out the brooms
We shootin' shit, on your block, you hear boom
You catch 33 shots, but I shoot better than platoon
Your bitch, she love the scat pack, cause that lil' bitch go vroom

I pop out daytime, but not until it's noon
I could cross a nigga up, step back, and shoot like Jordan Poole
We still on that murder gang shit, nigga
My homies, they flick triggers

I could f*ck your bitch, nigga, but my lil' bitch, she been thicker
Ay Jilla, let's get it, my gun like a bitch cause it came with extension
Ain't even mention that your bitch be mad at me, cause she cannot get my attention
If we chase, know that we get it away, cause all of my niggas jump fences

33 hoes inside of this room, we might get booked for pimpin
This lil' bitch a bad influence, got me in the hallway skippin
This ain't dame time, it's Reese time, and bitch, the clock is tickin

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