Jerry Flashcards
This wicked edot
Boom boom boom
Damn-damn-damn bro, FCKBWOY man you know that I be killing sh*t
Boom boom boom boom
Two, three shots, and it’s makin’ ‘em limbo
Setty be flock for the flocks, he sick
I’m on the back block totin’ on sitch
Servin’ the crack rock, feelin’ like Mitch
Once I come, put the G in the Timbos
Run up on me, send ‘em up, it’s simple
Bullets explodin’, goin’ through the windows
30 and better hangin’ off the hip
I did it, I’m numb
For no reason, I just wanna dump
Two three shots, Shootin like I’m Mike
Mike Amiri for the night
If I see an opp, then it’s on sight
Two bad bthes that I like
Bow bow bow fourty make him lean
I be buggin’ when I’m off a bean
He tried to run up
Yeah that na triеd, yeah that na died
And thesе hoes be bums
They be tryna f**k me for for my funds
Like, f**k it let’s rump, kick her out when I’m done
Kick that bth out, all my opps is bums
They ain’t got no money for a gun
They ain’t got no bread
Hollows beatin’ his chest leave him read
We don’t aim for the chest, hit his head
Most of my opps got shot or they dead
Like, hit ‘em up then we fled
Woo got shot , he talked to the feds
On the block, still duckin’ the feds
They cannot catch me, I’m out chasing bread, like
And these n***as they know what I said
Hollows they hittin’ his face and his neck
Tell ‘em run up on me, no he died