Yeah it's jay, yeah it's jay
Yeah it's jay, yeah it's jay
Momma you know I love you, you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson, 223's (yeah) I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
She searchin' through my phone, know she tappin
Told em don't hit my phone unless its about the trappin
Oh he pissed me off so ima let him have it
Choppa hit his ass from the back so he a faggot
Oh he a faggot gun sprayin just let em have it
Put the O on the map so we not mapping
Wiped his nose with the napkin
Jay he so fly like he Alladin
Got a bad bitch her name not Jasmin
Said my music was shit now i'm taxin
Made another hit no he not cappin
Momma you know I love you you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson 223's I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
Say he gonna run up on me that's a bet then
Said I'm swimmin' my neck must be wet then
Sneak dissin' on the news he must be dead then
MJ dress so clean MJ dress so mean
He on the scene bitches always textin me why you textin' me
Yeah your nigga keep on pressing me
12 you an op tried arresting me but you wont see the death of me
Cause I'm sippin' Hennessy I'm sippin' Hennessy
Thats the remedy uh you feel the energy
Poured the four thats the lean
She popped a pill that's a bean
You ain't from my old town
No, no no that's the O town
From the town where we don't play around
With my nigga Jay we comin' for the crown
We ballin' we ballin' on the mound
Last chance it's the fourth down
Momma you know I love you you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson 223's I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin'
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
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Yeah it's jay, yeah it's jay
Yeah it's jay, yeah it's jay
Momma you know I love you, you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson, 223's (yeah) I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
She searchin' through my phone, know she tappin
Told em don't hit my phone unless its about the trappin
Oh he pissed me off so ima let him have it
Choppa hit his ass from the back so he a faggot
Oh he a faggot gun sprayin just let em have it
Put the O on the map so we not mapping
Wiped his nose with the napkin
Jay he so fly like he Alladin
Got a bad bitch her name not Jasmin
Said my music was shit now i'm taxin
Made another hit no he not cappin
Momma you know I love you you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson 223's I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
Say he gonna run up on me that's a bet then
Said I'm swimmin' my neck must be wet then
Sneak dissin' on the news he must be dead then
MJ dress so clean MJ dress so mean
He on the scene bitches always textin me why you textin' me
Yeah your nigga keep on pressing me
12 you an op tried arresting me but you wont see the death of me
Cause I'm sippin' Hennessy I'm sippin' Hennessy
Thats the remedy uh you feel the energy
Poured the four thats the lean
She popped a pill that's a bean
You ain't from my old town
No, no no that's the O town
From the town where we don't play around
With my nigga Jay we comin' for the crown
We ballin' we ballin' on the mound
Last chance it's the fourth down
Momma you know I love you you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson 223's I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin'
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
Yeah it's jay, yeah it's jay
Momma you know I love you, you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson, 223's (yeah) I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
She searchin' through my phone, know she tappin
Told em don't hit my phone unless its about the trappin
Oh he pissed me off so ima let him have it
Choppa hit his ass from the back so he a faggot
Oh he a faggot gun sprayin just let em have it
Put the O on the map so we not mapping
Wiped his nose with the napkin
Jay he so fly like he Alladin
Got a bad bitch her name not Jasmin
Said my music was shit now i'm taxin
Made another hit no he not cappin
Momma you know I love you you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson 223's I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
Say he gonna run up on me that's a bet then
Said I'm swimmin' my neck must be wet then
Sneak dissin' on the news he must be dead then
MJ dress so clean MJ dress so mean
He on the scene bitches always textin me why you textin' me
Yeah your nigga keep on pressing me
12 you an op tried arresting me but you wont see the death of me
Cause I'm sippin' Hennessy I'm sippin' Hennessy
Thats the remedy uh you feel the energy
Poured the four thats the lean
She popped a pill that's a bean
You ain't from my old town
No, no no that's the O town
From the town where we don't play around
With my nigga Jay we comin' for the crown
We ballin' we ballin' on the mound
Last chance it's the fourth down
Momma you know I love you you watching me from heaven
Pussy boy talk down on her yeah know he a dead man
Smith and Wesson 223's I keep them 7's
Say he gonna run up on me spray him wit 11's
We gonna run up homie aint no exception
Leave him dead in his bed Momma thought he slept in
New pradas so his neck im steppin'
Had to check up onna kid like an inspection
Writer: Jaden Roberts
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid