8NsideA2 ft. JayStunna Lyrics

Put his flame on like a lighter

Goofy bitch thought we was fighters

Even though we dropped them niggas

We still suit up in attires

Boy, I know you give shit up

We used to chalk you out yo wires

Pop out every day in traffic

I'm just servin' all da fire

Hop out every day and blast it

That's my nigga, Tae be crashin

When she top me, put on lipgloss, every day

This lil' bitch nasty

Up that bitch with no delay

I'm just tryin' to get the cake

See a nigga drop my ski

And make him do the Harlem Shake

Niggas trappin' out the Audi

In my fuckin' serenade

Niggas on live, bet he a jake

Niggas feds cooperate

Steppin' out school, I make plays

Send me yo lo, I served da eighth

Steady sippin, it's fuckin' wit how I think

And a nigga be swervin ' the murder rate

I be pushin' that bitch till the motor break

Dumb hoe keep playin, you a throw away

I just served me a nigga in school today

I been trappin, I'm lookin' at you today

I'm in class, tryin' to make them dollars

I don't got no sense

Pick a side, you ain't tryin' to die

Cause you on that fence

Throw a play to that nigga, A

Dunk it like he Vince

Dropped a eight inside a two

Swear this shit got me feelin' Tense

Ayy, wanna play like they know we ain't with it

Pull up on me, you know you can get it

Hop in a striker, I'm pushin' the gas on this bitch

Tryn race, tryn get to the ticket

Got smacked in his top, he was doin' that dissin

Came outside of my big bro flip em

Barely could talk, got drank in my system

D.O.A, his family gon' miss em

Pouring up fo after fo finna call up ro finna slide finna get bignoe

I'm sipping red, I'm mixin' it up with the green

I said, stop, but I think I'ma go

He send the lo, we pullin' up straight to the drop

He tryin' to be tough, bout a hoe

ARP singin, I'm uppin n blasting dat bitch

Like, Elsa I'm lettin' it go

Slide first, we ain't playin' no defense

Get over, we ain't gettin' no even

Play foul, leave hot shit leakin

Walk up, ski mask, I'm creepin

Bad bitch, eat dick like demon

Got shot in his face, why the fuck is you peekin

Runnin' up sacks, now I'm hitting' at Neimans

Stand over his ass, we ain't leavin' him breathin