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Jam
by Bandchasindee4x
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I ran up my money I stuck to the plan before I was rapping started beating the pan
Bruh high off a perc I don't think he can land if you not in the streets
You won't get what I'm sayin
And I got a rp and it's making me jam I stay in the trap throw a oop an
I slam tryn get up on me
I don't think that you can steady spanking the ops they got caught in a jam
I ran up my money I stuck to the plan before I was rapping started beating the pan
Bruh high off a perc I don't think he can land
If you not in the streets you won't get what I'm sayin
And I got a rp and it's making me jam
I stay in the trap throw a oop an I slam tryn get up on me
I don't think that you can steady spanking the ops they got caught in a jam
Bruh keep on purpin I ain't never got put the stick to his stomach bullets heating his guts
He thought he was stepping got his bitch ass plucked
I'm too hard in the field run my way and get trucked
If I shoot and I miss don't believe in your luck
ima double right back billeted fly out the truck
Ya bitch she a hoe in my dms tryn fuck think he setting me up bitch
I keep my shit tucked
I can't link with no bitch she too pressed just to meet see her man in the
Public then then steppas gotta creep too stuck in the field
Bitch I'm deep in the streets how yo men keep dying and you don't be
Sliding put the stick in the whip told my men keep slidin
Homicide murder you can see in my eyes got a drak with some titys I'm thinking it's bi
I can't fuck with no bitch who keep feeding me lies touchdown in the city alias whip when I hop in
Uh I see a vick he get boxed in face card too good
I ain't never gotta check in keep on flexing them ones you
And getting no backend fat butt bitch so I gotta break her back in catch
A opp on the rip with the stick gotta wack em
Better stick to yo code better stick to yo plan I done ran up my money
Can't beef with no fan
He toting that high point that shit gon jam keep on posting that glock
But you ain't never spraying
I don't trap out the vacant I go hand to hand 250 a line do you get what I'm saying
You callin out bump you better keep praying on my mother I ain't never got fold in a jam
I ran up my money I stuck to the plan before I was rapping started beating the pan
Bruh high off a perc I don't think he can land if you not in the streets
You won't get what I'm sayin
And I got a rp and it's making me jam I stay in the trap throw a oop an
I slam tryn get up on me
I don't think that you can steady spanking the ops they got caught in a jam
I ran up my money I stuck to the plan before I was rapping started beating the pan
Bruh high off a perc I don't think he can land
If you not in the streets you won't get what I'm sayin
And I got a rp and it's making me jam
I stay in the trap throw a oop an I slam tryn get up on me
I don't think that you can steady spanking the ops they got caught in a jam
Bruh keep on purpin I ain't never got put the stick to his stomach bullets heating his guts
He thought he was stepping got his bitch ass plucked
I'm too hard in the field run my way and get trucked
If I shoot and I miss don't believe in your luck
ima double right back billeted fly out the truck
Ya bitch she a hoe in my dms tryn fuck think he setting me up bitch
I keep my shit tucked
I can't link with no bitch she too pressed just to meet see her man in the
Public then then steppas gotta creep too stuck in the field
Bitch I'm deep in the streets how yo men keep dying and you don't be
Sliding put the stick in the whip told my men keep slidin
Homicide murder you can see in my eyes got a drak with some titys I'm thinking it's bi
I can't fuck with no bitch who keep feeding me lies touchdown in the city alias whip when I hop in
Uh I see a vick he get boxed in face card too good
I ain't never gotta check in keep on flexing them ones you
And getting no backend fat butt bitch so I gotta break her back in catch
A opp on the rip with the stick gotta wack em
Better stick to yo code better stick to yo plan I done ran up my money
Can't beef with no fan
He toting that high point that shit gon jam keep on posting that glock
But you ain't never spraying
I don't trap out the vacant I go hand to hand 250 a line do you get what I'm saying
You callin out bump you better keep praying on my mother I ain't never got fold in a jam
