YSR Gramz, KrispyLife Kidd - Jaquavis & Aaron lyrics
[YSR Gramz, KrispyLife Kidd - Jaquavis & Aaron lyrics]
(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Fuck Danny
Fuck Danny damn Danny you done found
My egh da damn Danny
Niggas playin' round this bitch'll
Get lift up
Treat his ass like a Backwood and get lit up
Or I could use this Draco and
Fuck your whole fit up
Free brother he on his way
Home he doing sit ups
My little nigga said he want a chain
I said go get you one
20 straps on lil' bro street
You can pick you one
I'll use my mini Draco just to pick you up
Go and get another fuckin' chain
She gon' eat me up
Jaquavis bout to slide so
I'm gettin' picked up
Like I'm trynna' get in touch wit' you
You gettin' hit up
Fuck a bitch face, real rough
Till' she catch hiccups
Like I'm trynna' pimp a nigga ride
It's gettin' lift up
Damn, your man's in the ashtray
Get your bitch nails done, she got a sad face
I'm runner-up through this bitch
And you in last place
Cocaine slide up Unc nose
He got a glass face
You don't wanna know what we
Did with our last K
I just sold two or three bows
Yeah the fast way
I just got the head from your
Bitch you got the ass face
My lil' cousin made 40k on a Saturday
Don't play with YSR I'll send
My whole hood after you
I gotta get her hair did, she gotta attitude
Fuck around and drop 3 mixtapes
I'm in my rapper mood
Oh you scam lil' nigga? You could
Never do what trappers do
You was shittin' first but
I'm the last to poot
I was the first to buss
You was the last to shoot
Do somethin' in broad daylight then
Do what Casper do
Catch a lot of bows and now
You the last to hoop
I beat my hoes up like I'm Blunt Logic
I shoot a Glock just like I'm Blunt Logic
Heard about you boy you is not silent
Beat your favorite rapper ass coming
Out of Hot Topic
Aye Kidd
I'm toting my Glock like I'm O'Dog
Why the fuck this nigga looking at
Me like I know dog?
U-Up the FiveSeven at his ass
I'm bout' to blow dog
We boutta' bring the FN's and the
Glocks to the show dog
On a good day, I ain't gon' lie
I be feelin' bool i just spent another band
On some Jimmy Choo's
Came over my ex bitch crib
Becuz' I miss the food
Hoes say I'm kind of mean, I be actin' rude
You'll act rude too if you was rich bitch
I I feel teeth in yo' mouth
Now I'm pissed bitch
200 on the dash it go VROOM issa' whip-whip
Me and all my gang want the
Smoke like we wit' him
Fuck Danny
Fuck Danny damn Danny you done found
My egh da damn Danny
Niggas playin' round this bitch'll
Get lift up
Treat his ass like a Backwood and get lit up
Or I could use this Draco and
Fuck your whole fit up
Free brother he on his way
Home he doing sit ups
My little nigga said he want a chain
I said go get you one
20 straps on lil' bro street
You can pick you one
I'll use my mini Draco just to pick you up
Go and get another fuckin' chain
She gon' eat me up
Jaquavis bout to slide so
I'm gettin' picked up
Like I'm trynna' get in touch wit' you
You gettin' hit up
Fuck a bitch face, real rough
Till' she catch hiccups
Like I'm trynna' pimp a nigga ride
It's gettin' lift up
Damn, your man's in the ashtray
Get your bitch nails done, she got a sad face
I'm runner-up through this bitch
And you in last place
Cocaine slide up Unc nose
He got a glass face
You don't wanna know what we
Did with our last K
I just sold two or three bows
Yeah the fast way
I just got the head from your
Bitch you got the ass face
My lil' cousin made 40k on a Saturday
Don't play with YSR I'll send
My whole hood after you
I gotta get her hair did, she gotta attitude
Fuck around and drop 3 mixtapes
I'm in my rapper mood
Oh you scam lil' nigga? You could
Never do what trappers do
You was shittin' first but
I'm the last to poot
I was the first to buss
You was the last to shoot
Do somethin' in broad daylight then
Do what Casper do
Catch a lot of bows and now
You the last to hoop
I beat my hoes up like I'm Blunt Logic
I shoot a Glock just like I'm Blunt Logic
Heard about you boy you is not silent
Beat your favorite rapper ass coming
Out of Hot Topic
Aye Kidd
I'm toting my Glock like I'm O'Dog
Why the fuck this nigga looking at
Me like I know dog?
U-Up the FiveSeven at his ass
I'm bout' to blow dog
We boutta' bring the FN's and the
Glocks to the show dog
On a good day, I ain't gon' lie
I be feelin' bool i just spent another band
On some Jimmy Choo's
Came over my ex bitch crib
Becuz' I miss the food
Hoes say I'm kind of mean, I be actin' rude
You'll act rude too if you was rich bitch
I I feel teeth in yo' mouth
Now I'm pissed bitch
200 on the dash it go VROOM issa' whip-whip
Me and all my gang want the
Smoke like we wit' him