Jackie Moon

(专辑： Carmelo Bryant - 2020)

[Skilla Baby:]
(Ooh, Elroy)
(It's Fresh808Gang, bitch)
Huh?
We ain't going nowhere without five in the
Hmm

It's 'bout four, five niggas with me riding with the chops
When we slide down your block, we ain't going nowhere without finding the opps
Ho nigga think it's cool to be slime, but it's not
Fuck wiping niggas' nose, I'll knock out the snot
Nigga, I do not box
Take a nigga birthday, make him rot in a box
Make a nigga go to bed, hmm
Can't let the fame go to my head, hmm
Juan told me them jokes ain't the same
Don't let that go over your head

[Sada Baby:]
Blind just jumped off the plane from the H
I ain't been here fifteen minutes, dropped an eight, huh
Get a nigga scraped for that pape', press play, huh
Weed I'm smoking on came from Cali, love the taste
Catch an attitude, punch you in the face, I'm an ape
Fresh as hell while I do it, stomp a nigga in some Bape, ah, duh

[Skilla Baby:]
Fuck it, huh, let the chopper off
Fuck the party up, knock a noggin off (Huh)
Less apes is more apes, niggas cotton soft
I'll hit a ho nigga with a cotton ball
Bandcount Mari'll snatch a nigga pockets off
If Skub say dawg ain't bool, we all socking dawg

[Sada Baby:]
Swear to God they is, if he tough, then we popping dawg
Huh, hit a nigga in the head with a rocket, aw
Huh, extra good with the white, so I rock the Off
Overlay for the ándale, get rocked to sleep
Fifty plays in thirty days, gotta drop VVs
Gotta drop CDs, know my fans gon' cop for me
Skilla drop PP and he up bands, he acting like me
He act like him, he the G.O.A.T., we'll get on your rim
You act like them, you controlled, that nigga a Sim
That nigga a simp, leg shot, leave him with a limp
Silverback AR with the monkey nuts, shoot a chimp
Shit on a nigga, point at him, Skuba Shawn Kemp
I hit the kitchen, blow the dope up like a blimp
That nigga ain't smoking zaza, it's all hemp

[Skilla Baby:]
Opp niggas tryna play D, got scored on
Tryna stop the rain, fuck around got poured on
My four-five knock an opp bitch out her hormones
Smoke a nigga like a Cookie blunt, leave you Oreos
Shoot a nigga in the face, no torsos
You think we tryna let the nigga live? Nigga, course not
Nigga, come sign to Big Squad, get a boatload
Gangbangers, criminals, we support those

[Sada Baby:]
Opp niggas tryna play "I ain't did shit"
That's the type of time, you can get your wig split
Huh, got the type of 9 take a USB chip
Hmm, naw, I'm capping, bitch still sweet as hell
You'll win a ring, weak as hell like you Jordan Bell
I just put some 'bows on the road, more in the mail
Ho thought she had my number, but I gave her Skills
He picked up the phone like, "Huh?"

[Skilla Baby:]
Baby, how the fuck you get my number, what the hell?
Quit doing fan shit, being extra
Psych, naw, this a voicemail, leave a message
It's members only, gotta be gang, no guest list
My bitch make the footballs touchdown in Pittsburgh
Make her come back on Jerome Bettis
Elbow grease in the pot, I need extras
Turn my opps to a blunt, let 'em burn
It's Friday, Smokey, what you earned?
Shoot at a ho nigga wig, make him do the worm
Turn a ho nigga to some ashes in an urn

[Sada Baby:]
Here come another ho nigga mama on the news lying again
Acting like she don't know why her son done died again
Never mind that bitch, I'ma pour some lines again

If a nigga feeling better than me right now
He on his motherfucking feet
He in the motherfucking game
He is not on the bench nor in the bleachers, bitch
He in the game balling

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
2020 Hellcat, it's a wide body
If a nigga looking for me, I'm outside probably
Pop your main shooter in his head when I slide by him
Then Mike shot him in his heart so he died dying
Used to ain't have fifty cents, but I'ma get rich or die trying
I'm so full of shit with my hoes, I'll lie 'bout lying
Please don't swing on me in the club, people die fighting
Fucking raw, I done probably got burned more times than firefighters
Skub, Skilla, Mike, Rio, what the fuck is this?
Shot a two-two at my car and didn't puncture it
I slid back with a K and hit a bunch of shit
We gon' treat the beef like some wet pussy, we coming quick

[RMC Mike:]
I done made like 30K on a bad day
Pimp a bitch for everything like Grace, bring my ashtray
Hit her off a Perc', made her squirt with the mad face
Drop Karo in the syrup, that's a bad eight
Hoo, what's in your left pocket? 'Bout to tell ya strip
Niggas ain't up, they really broke, they pretend rich
Hit him with a left, man, he rest there defenseless
What's the cause of death? Bitch, check the forensics
Tie your bitch up like a hog, made her walk to me
Swear to God last night them Perky thangs talked to me
Hundred pack of zazas, I got them thangs brought to me
Now a nigga on, everything seem off to me

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
If you ain't talking 'bout a dub, don't talk to me
And I got a loyal crackhead who'll walk to me
I bought a pint and a four yesterday, so my pop muddy
We could drop a fourteen, I just bought a twenty

[RMC Mike:]
I like to get my dick sucked while I play the game
And I'm still tryna fuck, naw, I ain't gon' say her name
Hit you niggas with some street magic, bitch, I'm David Blane
Or hit your block with two Glock 40s like I'm Major Payne

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Oh, y'all shooting up cribs? We can play that game
Or we can meet and go to war, Skub great at aiming
The dawg I got off the chain and I ain't gon' tame it
Dropped two hundred shots out the Glock, I'll break the chamber

[RMC Mike:]
Bitch gave me head in the morning, I ain't even thank her
I like to fuck off old songs from Anita Baker
Bust a nut, light one of my squares, bitch, see you later
Pimp a bitch down to the bone in some see-through gators

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
With the offense we got, we'd defeat the Lakers
You don't see guns around, my niggas be on papers
But we still got guns around, don't think we playing
Hop out the car and run you down, I don't need a laser
If my nigga fucked up, give him ten, have him be the favor
Yeah, you could get it cash now, I'ma meet you later
Just popped an M-30 blue box, I'ma eat two later
Bae, you gotta suck my dick now, I'ma eat you later

[RMC Mike:]
Bitch said she got that bubblegum, I'ma need two flavors
Ri', I just popped one too, I'ma need two eighters