Jawz Lyrics

Im a big baller

Six dollas for juggalo water

Im in the churches wit a scholar

Tryna solve problems

But i know my purpose is to work it

Til yo mans locked up a dam scholler with the mic up in his hand boxa

And

Like im shaggy 2 dope i let that fool smoke

But i aint talkin bout no gas because youd choke

Dont interrupt me bitch i end on two notes

And move to float like sharks tryna rip through your throat

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Why you always stay talkin clueless

I chop stomp got popped like armor usage

And imma use this, kuppleknuckle clique yeah im the movement

KuppleKnuckles

Like its 87 i just stay chompin shit

Breakin through with teeth that leavin fuckin coffins ripped

So he gon catcha kupple knucklez

Legs and couple fumble

Imma leave his mouth bloody open stunning when i double

On the throne when it come to this rappin shit

everybody round me trash and they average

Ya homie on the line givin up yo address

Heavy dissin on yo fam yeah yo mans a bitch

And we dont fuck with you , you asking way to many questions

Start your homie up and end em when i get to steppin

Dam

Cs imma cheat code input

Been took everything up in yo crib and then some

Retractable, cappin caps and stackin laps

A magical one to rap on tracks and then severely go and damage you

A cannibal, ripping your bones out i dismantle you

Grab ya 2 and buss me with a mag or two bitch

Pinned right on the head

Swipe with a knife til the 51 is dead

Skies of the night but the bright sun is red

And the other one strikes until they hit the end

Oppositions on my phone line tryna catch a case

They thinking that they gon slide, im thinking they aint

And im poppin out, you gon die

Fuck the human race

Start my own headphone line like beats by dre

You fuck with this beat? well its produced by blank

If you like the mixing then hit pwyte for the same

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Torpedo you developed into it but i was born evil

Put the mask up now im incongnito

Pure killer in a choir wit the c notes

Cause i aint never cared boutta big man status

I was 6 years old when i began rapping

Put the mic in my hand thats when i made it happen

Rick labbing wheels turning hands clapping

Pinned right on the head

Swipe with a knife til the 5 1 is dead

Skies of the night but the bright sun is red

And the other one strikes until they hit the end

And the grind is what I stay on

I work hard to keep a solid foundation to lay on

I keep the chips stacked that action happen when they talk

I keep the crowd back whiplash to break a face-off

But that money got me lookin fresh

Should invest instead of blowning racks you is losing checks

do the rest

Tryna use an excuse to ruin the best

I just move to and see through like some windows that they use in jets