Jay Krizz – Ock Store Part 2 Lyrics
Artist: Jay Krizz
Song: Ock Store Part 2
They all thought i was fake, then i pop out with a mill
Run up on you giving chills, all night getting ill
And it’s gonna be a thrill, as i stand upon this hill
Racking up a lotta kills, counting up the bills
Counting up the cash, one more word you on your #ss
Pull out the gat, and i’m finna blast
Sitting on stacks, pulling in racks
Get paid a lot for my lyrical attacks
They all like snitching, they wanna be rats
All fun and games till i pull out the gat
And brains go splat, when bodies fall flat
Then i make sure he dead with a baseball bat
Just like biggie “where the party at?”
Keep my eyes open for the mans who lack
You know me chilling, tryna spit some raps
But all these crazy mans tryna start sh#t with straps
I’m new to the game
I ain’t herе for the fame
I ain’t evеn want no chain
I’m just here to make a name
sh#t you know where i’m from
I don’t talk just pull out the drum
Playing wit me boy you is dumb
God damn the henny got me feeling numb
I’ll put my finger on the trigger
Boy you can’t make a figure
All i do is stack my doe rehearse my flow wait then i stole yo hoe
Stop playing i’m like romeo, i don’t like no b#tch with a camel toe
How you gonna test me when i’m with it though
Got the gang with me where ever i go
I don’t know who you playing with ’cause i won’t hesitate to leave you did with like 10 bullets in your head
We left them for the meds
No i don’t coop with the feds
I won’t ever snitch, if you do you a b#tch
We gonna leave you in a ditch
Then go run a train on your chick
Think i’m lying? i’ll pull up with the stick
I got a gram in my left sock, tom ford
I can’t f#ck with rollies that tick, i don’t got no time for it
My squad full of natural born shooters
Real thugs who squeeze triggers, get mad loot, and smoke mad buddha
You full of yourself, implode dickhead
My mac-10 and fn fal mismatch, you know i switch lead
What the f#ck you hating for? ’cause we all get more cheddar?
Stack more bread up, and all got flows that’s way better?
Stop acting like a f#cking hoe, get on this real sh#t
I’m from the b-u-f where steels pop, it’s mad blicks
That’s popping on the daily, fiends going crazy
Homies treating girls like objects, insanity
My vanity show me a true success story
I never gave a f#ck ’cause from a young age i seen sh#t that’s real gory
This beat smooth, i’m starting to think it was made for me
This verse bore me, let me pass it to my man
Ayo krizzy, you tryna go smoke this fat #ss blunt with me? i got this sh#t rolled while you was rapping
Shit, we just hotbox the studio, work all night and smoke, you know what i’m saying b? you on that type of time?
Damn right, you know i’m on that sh#t bruh. alright bet, let’s go smoke this blunt
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Jay Krizz Lyrics – Ock Store Part 2
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From the album:
Str8 up (feat. Krizz Jay)
Release Year: 2018
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