
Deoyley Avenue Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Jumpin' up and down, I'm in the stu , turned up right now
Poppin' out with cutters in my hand, lil' bitch, no strings attached
Nigga sayin' that he in the one-way, pulled down there that shit ghost town
I ain't frontin', work need pape through the phone or meet me on the back
Fuck nigga sayin' that he from the hood, know that shit bap, come peace me down " two five "
Buddy ain't have his fye, he ain't want no trey man, I'm puttin' shit up
Posting' a sub all up on the media, see me in person now it's a what's up
J's all on the street, man, the block jump like 808
Step on shit just like I'm Bigfoot, nigga, this ain't bathing ape
Take a risk, go deal your life like it's a set of deck of spades
Caught lil shh up on that avenue, I'm like, boy, ain't no way
Queered out, fuck nigga, we usin' his feet
Had V's on the back of the shirt, I ain't gotta say much, y'all know who that be
Strike this and strike that, fuck nigga, man, that wasn't me
Pump fake, you hit for the back of the broom, man, that ain't shit
But still be postin' like you creeped, okay, bet, leave him boxed in
Pop out gang, I'll smack him, dissin' on my brother, head tap him
Even with that cane, I'll walk down, it was black spray, but he get chalk now
K to his face, tryna see if he talk now, hit at the gang tryna knock the whole block down
Line em up, put em in order, they all get touched
You can pull down in person or sit back and hush
Bangin' the gang, I don't give a fuck, catch two twin man, I'm callin' ya bluff
Nigga duckin', Ys boy know that he shitted, old Head 40 I bet he get 60
Pop out of the what? okay get with me 2 snakes On me these bitches be hissin
Yeah, see right through them blinds, cause this beam flashin' like X-Ray
Before I eat my food, you know I gotta say my grace
She throwin' me the twat, but Lil' YS just want head space
She go down and she greet the dick, we call that interface
All black with a Nike ski, shh, that's my fit for Halloween
Trey 5 wrapped up in a Tootsie roll, we still got what you need
Green sprite up in a bottle , I just call that aqua lean
25%, I'm prolly in the hood, just left the fleet
Caught my mans, I swear, lil' branem froze
Nigga go by omerta but the internet, that's all he know
They not GMPG, swear to God, that shit for show
All they do is post and tote, but don't know shit about Chasing Cho
Nigga Sayin that he in the hood
Say that, come peace me down