JJettas Lyrics

JJettas - Curly J

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Lyrics

(Ayy, LUCKY1, you don't miss)

Me and bro like 'Bron and Kyrie, we a two-man (Ooh)

Bad bitches, we got bad bitches doin' handstands

Young niggas, tryna run shit, tryna gun shit

Nigga talkin' crazy, but his girl call me for fun, shit

Done bein' humble

I know they mad 'cause I bagged and they fumble

I need to stuff all these racks in a duffle

She can't hold back 'cause she know that I'm trouble

Bad bitches at the party, tryna get inside (Inside)

Niggas claimin' they want smoke, so we gotta slide (Slide)

How the fuck you sayin', "Gang," you ain't ever ride? (Ride)

If you ain't fuck with me, then stay on that side (On that side)

Frrt-frrt, bullets fly (Mm-mm)

Frrt-frrt, homicide (Homicide)

Frrt-frrt, anybody run and everybody die (Everybody die)

Frrt-frrt, pop out at yo' party, leave 'em traumatized (Traumatized)

Frrt-frrt, all about our business, don't need suit and ties

I'm tryna party 'til the sun come up (Mm-mm)

So many bad bitches in the room, I had to double-up

I don't even think I could fit more lean in this double-cup

All my niggas sprintin' to the cash, they tryna run it up (Frrt)

Go-getter, real trend-setter

I got bitches fallin' for me, I catch 'em like JJettas

I got bitches writin' notes for me, writin' love-letters

Need the baddest in the room, who gon' really do it better?

Who gon' do it better?

Bad bitches at the party, tryna get inside (Inside)

Niggas claimin' they want smoke, so we gotta slide (Slide)

How the fuck you sayin', "Gang," you ain't ever ride? (Ride)

If you ain't fuck with me, then stay on that side (On that side)

Frrt-frrt, bullets fly (Bullets fly)

Frrt-frrt, homicide (Homicide)

Frrt-frrt, anybody run and everybody die (Everybody die)

Frrt-frrt, pop out at yo' party, leave 'em traumatized (Traumatized)

Frrt-frrt, all about our business, don't need suit and ties