Family Affairs (feat. Murka)

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RackRacerJojo

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Let's get it crunk up on
Have fun up on, up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration
Holleration in this dancery
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

I just served a Jit an eight the stupid bitch thought he was laced
If you speakin' on my name, that's on the gang, you gettin' face

Man, who that is over there? I'm tryna see what he about
Since, you wanna run your mouth, we just gon' pop out to your house
These niggas know my flow's too crucial, crop him out, I'm tryna do you
He got a gun, but ain't gon' shoot it, takin' that shit, you better not lose it

Okay, it's JoJo on the beat, don't even reach, cause I'm a teach
I'ma leave your ass deceased and that's on me, you gon' be sleep

Like where you at? I'm tryna catch his ass, no Pokemon
Late night cruisin' with the guys, we ridin' in a stolen one

Crackers on my dick, I swear that I ain't tellin' shit
The way I'm chillin', counting racks, I know they madder than a bitch
Nigga, alright, okay, you know I switched the flow
I ain't tryna talk bout shit, hop out the ride and swang the door

You would think that I'm Hawaiian, way I hit him with the punch
I'm tryna catch his ass on lunch
I just served a Jit an eight the stupid bitch, thought he was laced
If he's speakin' on my name, that's on the gang, he gettin' faced

Who that is over there? I'm tryna see what he about
Since you wanna run your mouth, we just gon' pop up to your house
These niggas know my flow's too crucial, crop him out, I'm tryna do you
He got a gun, but ain't gon' shoot it, taking' that shit, you better not lose it

Okay, it's Jojo on the beat, don't even reach, cause I'ma teach
I'ma leave your ass deceased and that's on me, you gon' be sleep

He said that he want  war with us, I said that that's a bet
Probably go n call my hitta tell em hit him with the tec, When I walk into the room, I only look for my respect
Try to f*ck with Murka, choppa put a hickey on his neck
I'm a family guy, I'm like Quagmire with the hoes
Before I worry about a bitch, I gotta worry about my pole

My ARP be the biggest demon, tryna take a nigga's soul
I be like, who that nigga is? We finna get that nigga gone
Swear to God that Murka pussy told lil JoJo, get the drop
Hit him with the F&N, I don't wanna use the Glock

And you standin' on all 10 if you a Y up on this block
Mug arouns me like you crazy swear to god you'll see a lot, ride me like he crazy,
You would've thought I worked for Amazon, I put you in a box
When we comin' through your door, we don't knock

We tryna knock him out the picture like we tryna make a crop
Choppa finna check a nigga like lil Murka was a doc

I just served a Jit an eight the stupid bitch, thought he was laced
If he's speakin' on my name, that's on the gang, he gettin' faced

Like who that is over there? I'm tryna see what he about
Since you wanna run your mouth, we just gon' pop out to your house
These niggas know my flow too crucial, crop him out, I'm tryna do you
He got a gun, but ain't gon shoot it, taking that shit you better not lose it

Okay, it's Jojo on the beat, don't even reach
Cause I'ma teach y'all finna leave your ass deceased
And that's on me, you gon' be sleep

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