Oh No, M.E.D., Blu - Jones's lyrics

Jones’s, minding bout the district of my owns
Get my money shaking the dummies who approach
Billionaire boy club brilliance
If you didn’t notice it
Sipping loaders, getting open after motion
With the flow coastin like the heart ocean
Roller coaster, sippin cali
Doing my diddy niggas jiggin for the moment
Dope than anybody you ever heard before spit
Smokin everybody riding on my coke

Roaches, kill with them cultures
While them niggas hopeless
Pain with a hole in
Damn, it’s a nigga with a plan
Bitter soul in
Cause we rhyming, like they never saw wisdom
Like a old nigga big body
Where the tides getting harder
And she said white it remind me of a goddess
I should bring god out of nigga
I be in the tropics like the metropolis
Rocking niggas nagging like dodge
With the cream like

Hopping out the problems, it’s a problem
They ain’t dead so that
Ain’t just worth holler
I be tryina niggas slamming
They just so vibing
Or high yellin rollin with a pretty violet
Time is watch my diddy
Thought stop my compton
Hopping out the jones’s

Back in my zone, stackin the 4
Posers, ratchets from 4, my best
On the throne, rollin on they doom
Under quarter moons
Aura, perform slaughter, on the quarter house
So we don’t let me sort it out
Separate the bones while he still shakes
Jam pull the water from a saint
For a shot of face, sat and wait

Boom, dance by the grace, sip grace
Party time, you should talk and separate
The taste, all the fuck we never know
Came for this shawty, fuck down better
Fly skywalker, like a jedi with a musti, shit
Jones’s