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Jacques Aroha - 2077 Lyrics



Jacques Aroha - 2077 Lyrics
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I ain't gon' lie, this shit like a dream
Just being in this shit chillin' in the studio makin' shit, it's really a art form
Lil' Jacques, ha
Brought that shit up out the mud, I told my brodie we official
I was out there poppin' with this shit, it's not a pistol
I told my brodie we gon' have to get it out the mental
When I'm rappin' in the studio, I do it for the dental, you gotta clean your teeth
I told my bro to go and get it, we gon' get the beat
We get to slidin' in them trackhawks, all on for the feat, nah
We get to steppin', now we out on feet
We get to slidin' all the time
(What they gonna do)
This a P-80, not a nine
(Killed him and his crew)
We keep it 40 not a 9
If they try to move, hit him in his spine, that's what we gon' do
Everybody tryna say that I ain't gonna make it
But I got them bands like I'm comin' out of Macon
Get to fryin' niggas just like I've been cookin' bacon
While my own father try to tell me I won't make it
I just want a bag, I might run it up
I told me and brodie we gon' pull up in a Bentley truck
We about to slide like I'm Money Man J
I might pull up with a .45 and let it spray now
I know I talk about this shit a lot
I told my bro that we gon' pull up with a Corvette out the lot, nah
New Hellcat, new Trackhawk, new SRT, we about to pull up with a G
Put my foot up on the gas when I'm smashin' on his last
If they try to run up, boy, you know I spend my last
I got way too much to lose, I got way too much to prove
So I'm steppin' in the streets, I told my bro to bust a move, yeah
Take a note, I been poppin' up
I told my bro that we gon' do it like a bottle top
Just like a bottle of champagne, I might go and take your brain
Now that FN by my side, they done snatched a nigga's thang
If they try to run up on me, boy, you know we about to slide
Five times, hollow tips came out the Glock and hit his spine
Nine lives, everybody tryna step up with that iron
If you try to run up on me, boy, you know that you gon' die
Roll a three-five in my blunt, so you know I'm really high
Boy, you know that we the trappers, we gon' take a whole supply
If you try to step to brodie, then it's gon' be your demise
Yes, they step one, step two, hit him in his spine
Get to speedin' in that Vette, everybody wanna check
Everybody wanna talk, but I don't wanna talk a tech
If they try to step to me, then I'll be steppin' on they necks
Got a broken heart, pendant and it's wrapped around my neck
Get to steppin' ass on Timbs, so my Brody know what's next
I was runnin' in my bag, told my bro, go get the check
We gon' get it, we gon' get it, we gon' get it, we gon' get it fast
Everybody tryna pop out like a brand-new Mac
(Brand-new Mac)
Everybody tryna pop out like a brand-new Mac
(Brand-new Mac)
We gon' hit him with a .40, if that .40 gon' pull up, we gon' run it back
(Run it back)
We gon' run it back, we gon' run it back, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit him in the mud, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' crazy on this bitch, they get to askin' me what's next
Supercharged the V8, more than now, it's in the C8 Vette
I was poppin' out outside, but told my Brody, keep it tech
I said that shit a couple times, I told my Brody, get the check
Got me poppin' off, you know my Brody about to get it now I'm off the wall,
I was out there tryna get it, now he on us all
He know we on it all, yeah, my Brody on it all
I was out there tryna run it up, I keep a couple bags
Everybody tryna pop out with a Glock, extendo mags
If they tryna pull up, we gon' pull up and just bust his ass
I'ma pull up with a Glock and spaz
Everybody tryna pull up with P80s and FNs and switches
We gon' pull up with a hundred bitches
If they tryna run up on me, best believe my bro gon' hit it
It was like I'm Martha Stewart whippin' up up in the kitchen
Everybody said that I ain't gonna spaz, and now I'm back
I was out there tryna run it up, I told her, run it back
Every time I'm speakin', I'm just speakin' facts up on the track
I was out there rappin' where I told them girls to run it back
And that DJ gonna run it back
I was out there tryna run it up, I told em, get the sack
We gon' have to go and get the bag
(I told me and Brody we about to go and get the sack)
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I ain't gon' lie, this shit like a dream
Just being in this shit chillin' in the studio makin' shit, it's really a art form
Lil' Jacques, ha
Brought that shit up out the mud, I told my brodie we official
I was out there poppin' with this shit, it's not a pistol
I told my brodie we gon' have to get it out the mental
When I'm rappin' in the studio, I do it for the dental, you gotta clean your teeth
I told my bro to go and get it, we gon' get the beat
We get to slidin' in them trackhawks, all on for the feat, nah
We get to steppin', now we out on feet
We get to slidin' all the time
(What they gonna do)
This a P-80, not a nine
(Killed him and his crew)
We keep it 40 not a 9
If they try to move, hit him in his spine, that's what we gon' do
Everybody tryna say that I ain't gonna make it
But I got them bands like I'm comin' out of Macon
Get to fryin' niggas just like I've been cookin' bacon
While my own father try to tell me I won't make it
I just want a bag, I might run it up
I told me and brodie we gon' pull up in a Bentley truck
We about to slide like I'm Money Man J
I might pull up with a .45 and let it spray now
I know I talk about this shit a lot
I told my bro that we gon' pull up with a Corvette out the lot, nah
New Hellcat, new Trackhawk, new SRT, we about to pull up with a G
Put my foot up on the gas when I'm smashin' on his last
If they try to run up, boy, you know I spend my last
I got way too much to lose, I got way too much to prove
So I'm steppin' in the streets, I told my bro to bust a move, yeah
Take a note, I been poppin' up
I told my bro that we gon' do it like a bottle top
Just like a bottle of champagne, I might go and take your brain
Now that FN by my side, they done snatched a nigga's thang
If they try to run up on me, boy, you know we about to slide
Five times, hollow tips came out the Glock and hit his spine
Nine lives, everybody tryna step up with that iron
If you try to run up on me, boy, you know that you gon' die
Roll a three-five in my blunt, so you know I'm really high
Boy, you know that we the trappers, we gon' take a whole supply
If you try to step to brodie, then it's gon' be your demise
Yes, they step one, step two, hit him in his spine
Get to speedin' in that Vette, everybody wanna check
Everybody wanna talk, but I don't wanna talk a tech
If they try to step to me, then I'll be steppin' on they necks
Got a broken heart, pendant and it's wrapped around my neck
Get to steppin' ass on Timbs, so my Brody know what's next
I was runnin' in my bag, told my bro, go get the check
We gon' get it, we gon' get it, we gon' get it, we gon' get it fast
Everybody tryna pop out like a brand-new Mac
(Brand-new Mac)
Everybody tryna pop out like a brand-new Mac
(Brand-new Mac)
We gon' hit him with a .40, if that .40 gon' pull up, we gon' run it back
(Run it back)
We gon' run it back, we gon' run it back, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit him in the mud, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' crazy on this bitch, they get to askin' me what's next
Supercharged the V8, more than now, it's in the C8 Vette
I was poppin' out outside, but told my Brody, keep it tech
I said that shit a couple times, I told my Brody, get the check
Got me poppin' off, you know my Brody about to get it now I'm off the wall,
I was out there tryna get it, now he on us all
He know we on it all, yeah, my Brody on it all
I was out there tryna run it up, I keep a couple bags
Everybody tryna pop out with a Glock, extendo mags
If they tryna pull up, we gon' pull up and just bust his ass
I'ma pull up with a Glock and spaz
Everybody tryna pull up with P80s and FNs and switches
We gon' pull up with a hundred bitches
If they tryna run up on me, best believe my bro gon' hit it
It was like I'm Martha Stewart whippin' up up in the kitchen
Everybody said that I ain't gonna spaz, and now I'm back
I was out there tryna run it up, I told her, run it back
Every time I'm speakin', I'm just speakin' facts up on the track
I was out there rappin' where I told them girls to run it back
And that DJ gonna run it back
I was out there tryna run it up, I told em, get the sack
We gon' have to go and get the bag
(I told me and Brody we about to go and get the sack)
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Writer: Christopher Williams
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Performed By: Jacques Aroha
Language: English
Length: 4:04
Written by: Christopher Williams

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