JAJABREEZYK ft. Jay & Henny Lyrics

Jaja breezy dont know how to fight

Try to run and we taking ya life

Fuck on yo bitch I might leave her tonight

rounds in that shit was tight

Dont talk shit if you cant back it up

Ten deep cuz we finna pull up

If the ar is empty we gon knuckle up

Pull up on me

You finna get jumped

Stay strapped up like a mufukin lesbian

Ay big bro what kinda benz we in

Yrdk

Bitch u are not abt that

Dont even play

Yea If I'm chillin wit Jay

Then he gon blow da pipe

Talk all that shit about he be runnin up

Try it wit me and u really get double pumped

Bitch we know you are not really bout that

Come to West Pittston

Get turned to a light pack

Pullin up cuz we got the drop

Yo bitch want me cuz I'm hittin her spots

Like sum wood yo ass finna get chopped

If we see yo ass u finna get popped

30 round mag in yo head

You get head topped

Knock yo shit off of yo neck like drop top

We cut yo body in half like a crop top

Buddy be walkin alone in the night

Yeaa run up behind lil bro wit a knife

Pull up 4 beams and we light up the sky

But he dont know

Breezy stupid he think he a threat

He be throwin shit up but he dont claim a set

Why u talk shit if u cant back it up

I dont know but I know u just duck

Pull up on us and u scream "what the fuck"

Look like u just ran out of all luck

Buddy brang pops cause he cant knuckle up

You turn around and u run nah its up

Turn around and the ar gets popped in ya back

Wont even live to see sliver plaque

All he be seein is pitch black

All I know is u dont know how ta

Jaja breezy dont know how to fight

Try to run and we taking ya life

Fuck on yo bitch I might leave her tonight

4 rounds in that shit was tight

Dont talk shit if you cant back it up

10 deep cuz we finna pull up

If the ar is empty we gon knuckle up

Pull up on me

You finna get jumped

Stay strapped up like a mufukin lesbian

Ay big bro what kinda benz we in

gahh, gahh, like, like

Ay, yo jaja its that ja

Walk down gain six shots in his eye

Ion got a grip only throwing like five

Ja look at me wrong and he know he gon die

Damn throwing shots at the remy

In the party u know that we deady

Like bet that shot he get shot wit his bestie

Like shot da da they get hit wit like fifty

Ga niggas know I'm to tack

niggas know that I throw up the mag

Like shot aii bet bet that

Like see me he storming the labs, gahh