Jdot Breezy Inflamed Lyrics

(Intro)
Smoking dope
Nigga know how this shit go
We always change the score
Nigga we got money and we'll f*ck yo' hoe

(Verse 1)
Aye my nigga sippin' syrup, he steady trying to kill his car
Nigga f*ck around with em f*ck arounds and get smoked lil mouse
Pull up on a nigga, dump 100 rounds
I ain't playing, knock a nigga out
I ain't mainstream, better stay where all my opps be, that's underground
Let that .62 eat his flesh
Nigga better ride around with a vest
Nigga with a cast out, it's a mac down, killers run down for that check
Nigga I been sliding, on the set
Real deal walk down on shit
I don't like bitches, I don't like niggas, I don't like nobody, that's dеad
Nigga been a bitch, everybody know about it
Bro slide around, who nеxt?
Puerto Rican bitch, she ain't got no body, but the bitch good with her neck
p*ssy nigga cap, he ain't got no bodies, slap a 30 round in the Tec
Bullets swing ‘round, heard its bullet down, nigga, ain't, can't slid on shit
Glock 21, finna get a switch on it
Slap a titty under that bitch
Light said I'm tripping cause I'm with the shits
Cause I be still down for a hit
Take a nigga bitch, ion give her dick
Wanna f*ck Dot cause a nigga lit
Niggas pissed off cause I'm getting rich
Try to take it from me nigga imma blick
Roll up dope nigga I get high
Eyes real low with a stick on side
Pull on side, bet a nigga won't try, imma bang my iron, leave a nigga to die
Flicking my wrist like I'm flicking a blick, if I spot me a opp, imma hit him from far
Hit you with a dick, I be up in this bitch, we get up with a nigga and f*ck up his car Nigga we drill shit I ain't playing
We could be broke, that was back then
Now we got bands, nigga what you sayin'?
I then came up, p*ssy, I'm the man
Leave a whole Carlo in yo' car door
Catch a taco or the end
You can get Gatos, shoot his car hoe, put a pothole in yo' man
Niggas got big rolls in they pants
Yeen got money nigga, how ya be?
European Drac, way from outta state, clip in this bitch long like a tree
22 shots in the .23 , talking like he ‘bout it, make him feel the heat
I just met a freak hoe and she creep, tryna make me pull on em and crease
With the hit squad, they don't give a f*ck, tryna smash anything that they see
When I'm in the city, bitch I'm tinted up, AK on the seat
Only thing I'm ducking is the police
Riding in a bucket nigga on B, finna flush another nigga on B, gossip about another nigga, ain't me
Aye play and you get tucked in, want some money? Do a spin
I can't beef about no cat, she wanna hoe, then go ahead
Choppa space a nigga brain out, like he bowlegged
“Chill out Dot, you need to calm down” that's what my hoe said
Aye a grown ass nigga chasing clout, that shit so sad
Niggas keep my name in they mouth, with they broke ass
Young crew got no bag
You using them, it's funny when they realize that dying first and you the one that's dying last
Stupid ass boy, oh pawn ass nigga
Oh faking ass, “ion shoot my gun” ass nigga
“When they hit the corner, imma duck and run” ass nigga
When we push on up em, pop up like “where you going nigga”
Ugh