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M.E.M 2 Jacksonville

 

M.E.M 2 Jacksonville

(album: Bacc 2 Da Bloc - 2022)


(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ha, ha
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

We gon' ride to this
Where you niggas going? You can't hide from this
They call it quits
Pillow talk to the bitch, but we gon' call a hit
Dirty stick
Thirty-three can't miss, ayy, we gon' knock your shit
Still remember them days when I was broke without a pot to piss

Just me and my Glock right here
Hold on, yeah, I spot an opp right here
Ain't no nigga I fear
He died, his brother died, they out of here
Catch up with my car
I don't know why they wanna be opps
His set out there got put on Fox
That ain't nothing but another body on the Glock

Goran Dragić pocket rocket, bitch, I got the heat on me
I just caught my opp, that new body got a sleep on it
I creeped on it
Walk down gang, we killed the big homie
Five shots left in this Glock, but it got a stick on it

Stop the car, let me hop out, I done hit his big homie
Nigga right here sweet, foenem said just put the bitch on him
Paraplegic, bro, he paralyzed and shit
I'll bounce out with a fifth
Hold on, put him on his dick

I just got the bitch to put me on a lick
She said the nigga got four hundred K and meet up at 'bout six
Put a bump stock on the Glock, but still I'll never ever switch
Who the fuck told these young niggas that they out here running shit?

Kill a nigga ass if he the opposite
She died 'cause she was on opper shit
Bought a hundred in jewelry, uh, no type, quit to block a bitch
SRT, hit the gas, turn this bitch, and watch it drip (Ooh)
I spot an opp right here (Right here)
I spot an opp right here (Right here)

It's not an opp out here
That a nigga fear
Smoking dead guys while I'm driving, I can't even steer
I be blinding, all my diamonds hit like a chandelier
Reach for one of my chains, I bet I'll make a nigga disappear

Belaire and Moët (Moët), she gon' give me more sex (More sex)
She like Casamigos, dick have her bow legged (Dick have her bow legged)
Bullets pierce his skin, aim all at his forehead (Ooh)
Murder in his adlibs, just listen to what he said
(Listen to what he said, listen to what he said, listen to what he said)

Murder in his adlibs, just listen to what he said
Murder in his adlibs, just listen to what he said

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