JILLAvsFREAKY ft. Lil Reesoo Lyrics

Bitch, I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit I'm on that Murda Gang shit

I'm on that Murda Gang shit I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit

Let's go, Jilla King Ay, that lil' bitch, she told me that she love me, that's a lie

I told that lil' bitch to hit me up when she wanna come by

Ay, ay, ay, lil' bitch, and you know I'm way too high

I ain't think about that bitch cause I got money on my mind

Ay, bitch, skirt, skirt might pull up in a Bently Coupe

Fonem dissin' on that net like, what the fuck is wrong with dude

She leavin' hickeys on my neck like, what the fuck is wrong with you

Told Freaky, let's go crazy and let's make a song or two

And I heard your shit was ass so I can't make no song with you

Fonem sick, he off the drugs, he coughin' like he got the flu

And that bitch get on my nerves, always catchin' attitudes

Told that bitch to get off my line cause I'ma text her back at two

Ay, Fonem steady talkin' shit, I might have to slap that dude

We gon' slide up on this block, tell bro to pass that tool

And in the nighttime we gon' plot, slide up in the afternoon

Bad look, bitch, and she gon' thot, shake that ass and act a fool

Like a river, we gon' flood shit, her ass fat and that bitch sluggin

I might shoot, don't push my button, she stay soaked just like some sponges

And I ain't really hit the top, but watch me build up like construction

She be squirmin' and she cussin' when I put it in her stomach

And if you ain't talking no money, I ain't up for this discussion

Cause I'm all about that bread, all my racks come in abundance

Bitch, we been slayin them dragons, lockin' niggas in that dungeon

And that nighttime we on your porch, light shit up just like a pumpkin

We rock shit like Kyrie Irving, blow up shit without the turban

Thought my Glock was the newboys, the way that bitch be out here jerkin'

Get your bitch cause she be flirtin', D&D, so no disturbing

We stick shit up just like a surgeon, man, I flowed that shit so perfect

Man, this shit too easy, I don't really break no sweat

And I ain't talk about newports, but we light shit like cigarettes

Better wear your vest, that Glock gon' blow no clarinet

And Freak gon' pull up with the drum, we done turned that shit to a duet

I'm on some murder gang shit, I might take a nigga, bitch

I might roll a nigga up, smoke him, put him in the diss

I think your bitch, she wanna kiss, but I know she doin' dick

I keep my nine like RJ Barret, and I'm ballin' like the Knicks

Bitch, go to the moon

All of my niggas they high as hell, they off them shrooms

Skunk and shit, 4-0, bring out the brooms

We shootin' shit, on your block, you hear boom

You catch 33 shots, but I shoot better than platoon

Your bitch, she love the scat pack, cause that lil' bitch go vroom

I pop out daytime, but not until it's noon

I could cross a nigga up, step back, and shoot like Jordan Poole

We still on that murder gang shit, nigga

My homies, they flick triggers

I could fuck your bitch, nigga, but my lil' bitch, she been thicker

Ay Jilla, let's get it, my gun like a bitch cause it came with extension

Ain't even mention that your bitch be mad at me, cause she cannot get my attention

If we chase, know that we get it away, cause all of my niggas jump fences

33 hoes inside of this room, we might get booked for pimpin

This lil' bitch a bad influence, got me in the hallway skippin

This ain't dame time, it's Reese time, and bitch, the clock is tickin