Cocaine Mali, GetRichZay - Jubilee Lane lyrics

You hear that?
I'm smokin' this dead-ass opp right now
And I'm in the booth
With that motherfuckin' yummy, bitch
Six shit, get your bitch hit
Gang shit, no lame shit
Stay in your lane, bitch
'Cause you know we bust brains quick
Gang (Gang)

Yeah, mini Draco pah pah, uh
Put his ass on channel six (yeah)
Ayy, 308, bitch, heavyweight
This bitch shoot straight through the brick
(Boom)
Ayy, get that bitch some pipe one time
And send that lil' ho through assist
Ayy, you know we don't fuck with fours
Me and the bros be pourin' six (Gang)
Ayy, put a brick on top his head
(yeah) , he get hit for thirty-six (Aight)
Ayy, brand new Glock came with a drum
(Where it at?)
But I only put it in thirty-six (Come on)
Ayy, broski just came home
(yeah) , he beat that case
His ass been thuggin' since (Gang)
Ayy, junkies hit my phone
She took some shit, her ass been buggin' six
(Ooh, ooh)
Ayy, let her ten stood out one time
Her dumb ass been come in six (Damn)
Ayy, we just rolled another opp
We sparked his ass, then closed the V
Ayy, nigga say he'll smoke with us
We at your door like, "Pay your rent"
(yeah) not let me catch me no opp right now
(Aight) , bitch
I'ma crash and leave him dead (Come on)
Ayy, Coke, they must think we 'round
Like we ain't active (Coke, aight, come on)
Ayy, super active
Nigga caught a faceshot for a stupid caption
(Bah) i just dropped my tape like
A week ago, now, bitch, i'm back in action
(Gang, aight, come on)
Ayy, we just spinned they block like
A week ago, now, aight, come on

Uh, uh, uh
GetRich, we the ones with all these hats
(Ayy, we the ones)
Niggas ain't got nothin' (Ain't got nothin')
Kickdoor, keep your double Bs like
They some black 1s (Boom, boom)
Keep a glick, I keep a pole
(Grrt) , that started off with cap guns
Fast forward, years later
Ain't think I was gon' clap nothin'?
You dumb as fuck (You dumb as fuck)
Think I ain't gon' hit shit up? (What?)
The last nigga tried, I fixed him up
(I fixed him up)
Outside smoke through, picked him up
Why you cuffed that nat, nat?
(Nat, nat) She gon' drop her
Drawers here (Drawers here)
Fire my shit on lock, you'll make
A thirty off my phone, nigga
(Make a thirty off my phone, nigga)
Six niggas don't fuck with you
I don't get along with you
(I don't get along with you)
In the club, that lit it up
They thought I dropped a bomb, nigga
(Boom, boom) and we got thot, thots, yeah
(Grrt) , we got Glock, Glock (Grrt)
Switchy for a top opp
Glock came with the black box (Fft)
I was locked up in a county
Thuggin' on a black top
Ayy, GetRich, that's my brother
There, for him, you catch a faceshot
(Grrt) ayy, switch it up, fft, fft, hit him
(Fft) , now he twitchin' up
I can't find no drops or no Wocky, damn
I'm sick as fuck i'm finna get some hours in
The stu', lil' bitch, come eat me up
Your boyfriend got a 'vert
Just stole a pole that he know he won't bust
Whole triple P
I might just drop it all in one point
(Drop it all in one point)
Opp up on the Faygo, but see me
I'd rather send them shots
(Boom, boom, boom) we outside all day
I ain't tryna bend the block (Grrt)
Ayy, Fifty tryna put thirty day
Tags over a rental car