Wonder Wes and Jayrad Boy ft. Lox Lyrics

They ain't in my business, if they tryna diss I know they trippin

Ho, I'm in the house, I'm well protected, Opps gon' need some switches

When I'm on the road, replace a 17 with an extension

We got pints to pour, I got some shit I'm tryna fix, don't mention

Brought it up to Bro, he told me not to fall up on my pivot

We not slippin' though, it's icy out, but chains don't hold my members

Got a problem, I'm too humble, rather spend it on my people

If they cant move the whole hunnid, then we not considered equal

Man, what?

We ain't equal, I'm too lethal,

I'm gon' side with my 5'7, that bitch eat you

Put you up like a Church steeple,

Always slidin' for my people

When it go down, I get evil,

Bitch its up

When I see you, I'ma leave you where I seent you

D.O.A., bitch, we K.O.S., ain't no talkin' now

Hit the button, dump a 50 clip, now you bleedin' out

Gang, with me, we be makin' serves, never seen a drought

Even in the summertime, I got my fuckin' heater out

They got them heaters out, we gon' bring them heaters out

Comin' through and swerve him, bet that choppin' knock his speakers out

Where's all that speakin' now? Ain't out Twitter beefin' out

Brain up on the curb, mama cryin' cause you leakin' out

Ain't shit to speak about, all the bands, I seek them out

Bagging up some bales that Hercules aroma Seepin' Out

I'm in their speakers now, my uncle with the preacher now

Every day he pray cause we both know I might not make it out

They ain't gon' make it out, yeah, we know to lay shit down

Chop came a hundred rounds, bitch, we known to air shit out

We finna run you down, yeah, we into chases now

The lawyer paid, retainer good, we beat our cases now

All the opps some bitches, yeah, they be some mini-me's

Me and Bronem slidin' with them, Glock's out the infinity

Shootin' bullets out the sunroof, no, there ain't no ho in me

I changed, I ain't the older me, so watch how you approachin' me

If I'm goin' hard up in the streets, I got my bros in me

Them poles in reach, I got a 17, but buzz that 43

I remember back in school, them people used to down on me

But now I ain't trippin', every week I make they salary

Baggin' up some bales, expensive gas, this shit is in my blood

I'ma hit the button on the Glock, I ain't gon' show no love

This bitch said she need me, got me rollin', I'm just tryin' to fuck

If I broke your heart, lil' baby, sorry, but I been a thug