Jdot Breezy 5 Dubs Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ayy

That boy mad and he got passed
He got shot and went out bad
Knocked yo partner off
Don't drop no diss bout' me

Nigga drop yo mask
Nigga p*ssy as a bitch
I catch that boy and do his ass
SRT on ManMan's Glock
I bet this bitch go supa' fast
Smokin' 835 B.I.B.B.Y
Jake Jhit had died, Mitch too
f*ck they side
You ain't gettin' no get back
Swing this way, nigga try
f*ck Y&R, Dank
Meechie dead, Tell em' slide

I just paid for me another nigga
The second time
Kill em' dead
I want them shots off in his head
Go knock em' down

You know Dot the Murder man
Put Murder bags around town
You'll never get my respect
Nigga shot yo mamma
Boy you a clown

Or lets talk about back in the G
Yo ass got walked down
We know the truth
Yo ass a bitch
That's why 50k had got from round'
If I had that cash back thеn
50k was gon' take you down
Think them niggas round' yo friend?
Monеy gon' turn they mind around

I had caught you coming home one day
But you made it in that house
That two door challenger
Me and bro outside at yo house campin' out

Matter of fact, talkin' bout those apartments
Bitch you know what I'm talkin' bout
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Nigga think he gone turn up
Then watch me turn em' down
Jdot gettin' rich as f*ck
They tryna knock me down
Bitch we put shit up
When we pull up, you hear that sound
I don't get enough, I told my bro “Let's go back ‘round” Niggas gon' be scared to let me sign
Y'all ass dead
Hate you Niggas, I get rich
Put a mill on yo hood head
f*ck everybody, boy I want the whole hood dead
Two rings just for the hats I bought
But not the ones I didn't
Niggas got me f*cked up
Jake Jhit, he f*cked up
Fooli, You and Jarvo twins
How y'all ass get touched up
f*ck it, I might go for something
Tell yo momma I wanna f*ck
Sike lemme take that back
You know that bitch ugly as f*ck

Ray popped a fake perk
And clocked out
His time up
Rod k got did the worst
That back door was a slime, huh?
Yo homie killed Durk
Won't diss Durk
But you ain't slide for em'
First 6 block nigga I caught
Gave em' bout nine of em'

Thought you was gon' run
Caught you just in time, huh?
Treat a opp like instagram
And then we slide up
Ol' war outside
Put on some shoes, And put them slides up
When we slide
It's guaranteed a nigga die, duh

Ridin' with my twin
We outside
That's my 5 blood
Keep that shit a hundred nigga
Like you just got 5 dubs
Choppa straighten him a nigga
Like he was a line up
No it's never safe for niggas
Can't get you, we hit your cuz

Tiki get rolled up
I smoke him so much
If you don't got a hat nigga
Put yo pole up
Dope man shawty
Nigga make a store run
You know I got my 40
On John, imma blow something

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