Jdot Breezy – b#tch K

Jdot Breezy – b#tch K Lyrics

Artist: Jdot Breezy
Song: b#tch K

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Ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, ayy, mm, mm, b*t*h
Krafty made this beat
Get that— mm, mm-mm, yuh mm, mm-mm, mm

Ayy
N***as getting hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My n***as be killas they more realer I can’t change that

Let loose them killers on them n***as I can’t tame that
Making all them f**king posts ain’t gon’ bring your gang back
Smoking on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack

Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at
Free that Shordy out them gates, it gon’ be a murder case
He locked up, so for that, n***a Mitch had to pay
It’s a six on the play, he get hit any day

Drop your lo’, we gon’ come through make n***as hit the pave’
F**k that dead n***a, hit the switch I wanna see his brain
Get up on his a**, lock on em and let that b*t*h bang
F**k that COVID mask, I’m ski-ed up it go down any day

Riding with a 23 and a motherf**king Drac’
We love smoking n***as, it improve my grat**ude
My Glock like a polaroid, I up this b*t*h and snap at you
I advise you play your place you don’t want this blick to clap at you

You buckin, get put up, get on your a** just like your daddy do
Get your f**king face stomped, make you fix your att**ude
N***a pick your face up, ‘fore I put this gat on you
I’ma count to three, tell ’em Free V so I can make a move

Them two steps gon’ lead to death gon’ put his a** right on the news
Leeke voice all in my head he telling me watch how I move
Ralo in my other ear saying drop a bag on every fool
JohnJohn thats my n***a that you know the gang gon’ ackafool

N***a felt that lead hit his head, he a slimy dude
35, 6K, look at Mookey in the grave
We gon’ get his coke sniffing-a** daddy named Shane
F**k they broke a** clique and they pu**y-a** gang

Cappin’ ’bout TreyD, he ain’t did a f**king thing
Cojack don’t slide, Jarvo not outside
Cracka is a gift from God, n***a got nine lives
Mookey a** wrecked out, that n***a need new tires

Call Petey a** Plies, bro made n***as slip and slide
N***as getting hit, get that pain back
Bag on his head for that bread get his brain snatched
My n***as be killas they more realer I can’t change that

Let loose them killers on them n***as I can’t tame that
Making all them f**king posts ain’t gon’ bring your gang back
Smoking on this Bibby dope, MitchK we bang that
I want me a thousand kills, tryna make a Shane pack

Pick a top off in the hill, pop out where your gang at
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Release Year: 2022