Hyfjersey!

Lyrics
[Verse 1] All my exes still stay in Jersey And they know it ain't no coming back Book a show I need ten racks I can't let them get me turn me to a stack Hit her phone and tell her "bitch I got a deal now" She say "I love you can we make it real now" I say "Oh really you gone let me kill now" Listen baby I'm into the mills now We do not fuck with no goofies Don't hang with no bops that we already had Can't wait til Glizz touch down on bro we on niggas ass We getting too much money, get too much paper No we is not worried about cash Opps got guns all bullets no mag I got a big gun shit blow back [Chorus] And they say "Do you love this shit?" Arе you high right now? Do you ever get nеrvous? Bae you single I heard you fuck with Murda that's true You getting money you think them niggas you with is with you And I say "hell yea bitch my niggas on go all the opps ain't on shit" Four niggas four Glocks in the whip And we all got 30 boppas for the clip It was just me, Chop, Gotti Them niggas play gone be a homi Watch these niggas brodie moving slimey Pray to Allah I don't catch a body [Verse 2] I move smart bitch I move correct Even when I'm right I be feeling left I'm out the way I ain't ducking reck But bro back home still got the tech I'm fucked up I may never be right But it was distance so we sent a green light He play with us niggas you gone see light Boy you won't catch me lacking at the light I'm not going [Chorus] "Do you love this shit?" Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Bae you single I heard you fuck with Murda that's true You getting money you think them niggas you with is with you And I say "hell yea bitch my niggas on go all the opps ain't on shit" Four niggas four Glocks in the whip And we all got 30 boppas for the clip It was just me, Chop, Gotti Them niggas play gone be a homi Watch these niggas brodie moving slimey Pray to Allah I don't catch a body
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- Bandmanrill