Jane Babies

Lyrics

[Intro: Duvy] 17, it's Duvy Ah [Chorus: Duvy] They don't know shordy basic Rather smoke dope and just face it Too much runnin' around that block Block boys, yeah, who keep dope in the ceiling I caught the case but I beat it No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day Skinny boy, but I want more cake Turn you to hot steak Nippin', yeah, on front page But we some Jane babies [Verse 1: Duvy] Fell in love with that chrome Bend your block when I want Pull up, tell you, "Bye" Bossy bitch, yeah, I want top, yeah, we grown Duvy ain't in love with no ho That boy he got a money fetish Pistol packin', yeah, them youngings up and blastin' Can't tell you 'bout them days, yeah, we was stuck up in a abandoned Livin' reckless, Mama stressin', I got me another weapon Want kill 'em all, now I'm rappin', keeping one eye open Shawty just stay in your lane Advise you keep 'em away I know them niggas fake, so I just got ride with one in the cane And yeah, I'm posted in Canes [Chorus: Duvy] They don't know shordy basic Rather smoke dope and just face it Too much runnin' around that block Block boys, yeah, who keep dope in the ceiling I caught the case but I beat it No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day Skinny boy, but I want more cake Turn you to hot steak Nippin', yeah, on front page But we some Jane babies [Verse 2: Mar Guwop & JS Sav] Jane babies, we post daily Serve like the eighties We going brazy Cross me twice, nigga, shit can get shady Big poles, Navy Put him in a framing With some shottas, they take your top off Free my niggas, they some villains, they love to start stuff Phone ringin', I can't miss it, need that guala Jane baby, we was starvin', had no option Yeah, we out to get you That money coming through What to say, do Yeah, pullin' up in all black, .40 compact Yeah, shooters out to get you [Chorus: Duvy] They don't know shordy basic Rather smoke dope and just face it Too much runnin' around that block Block boys, yeah, who keep dope in the ceiling I caught the case but I beat it No MJ, gunplay, at fourteen, made a runway Ooh, I was hustlin', yeah, broad day Skinny boy, but I want more cake Turn you to hot steak Nippin', yeah, on front page But we some Jane babies