Tate228 – JIVE Lyrics
Artist: Tate228
Song: JIVE
Yuh-yuh
Damn near a hunnid from a couple summers, this ain’t Usher money
Steady flippin’, I need to hit a lick to get that Usher money
I appreciate everybody coming out
Contact sport, that’s it
This might just get it in, baby
And I been rappin’ all over these m#th*rf#ck*rs, know y’all ain’t tryna hear me rap no mo’
I know Tu- Shout out to my n#gg# Tu, Tu want me to rap
Okay, look, ay
Uh
Can I pop my sh#t again?
They ain’t wanna hear a n#gg# rhyme, it took some time for me to get up here
Was tired of ridin’ Buggies, I hit that sto’ and had to whip a ‘Benz
Well, really not really, we just ship it in
Had the lady comin’ up, I know those b#tches I will prolly nevеr hit again
It’s crazy, I lost some friends around the samе time that I got that shipment in
50 in these drums, I got enough to cut up Many Men
Relations couldn’t equate, they hate to see you gettin’ these dividends
These n#gg#s are buying shoes, to try and prove that they’ve been gettin’ bands
Infinite typ’a views, infinity pools without them swimmin’ in
Pull through with your crew, ’round about two, sh#t I’m gonn’ swim again
She says “You a fool.”, I said “That’s true ’cause I’m tryna hit yo’ friend.”
I’m on some sh#t!
For the days that we slept through to a couch
Now the pretty hoes you DM’ing got my dick in they mouth
She a fool too, with that drool, oo she won’t get this sh#t out
Got ’em buggin’, thought I was meddlin’, like I’m gettin’ shi’ now
Huh
Yuh-yuh-yuh
Okay
S-so we ride, n#gg#, ay
Talk that sh#t
Look
Took a minute, had to figure sh#t out
Kinda crazy ’cause all that hatin’ had a n#gg# in doubt
A couple n#gg#s keep my name in they mouth, been talkin’ flavored
Better carry on my n#gg#s before they carry you out
All that slippin’ gonn’ get your ish, you know we carry a mop
This for my n#gg#s who have hands in the couch
On top of under, always hustle, plus I doubled and prepared for the drought
b#tch, I’m with cuz, he keep it on him, plus he ready to pop
It look funny, but it still hit like Shawn Marion shot
They panickin’ now. Kept the flight
I made the call before they answer, they already en route
Not by the O’s, I’m talkin’ lows, b#tch no, we carry a pound
Strapped to them boys with 36 mo’, now we ready to ride
Tryin’ all these sticks, it hit yo’ body like confetti inside
Ain’t sayin’ I’m no boss, but I got n#gg#s that’s gonn’ f#ck with me
Catch you in a penitentiary, give you a buck-50
n#gg#s playin’ with my name, but I guess they all must got a death wish
Bullets come with that heat, we throwin’ deep like Byron Leftwich
I went through all the options, I just took what I was left with
Know I got some flaws, but I know mine ain’t deeper than the reverends
Sellin’ dope to push this music sh#t so I can get some leverage
Hopin’ I can manage, Spanish b#tches got me in a sandwich
In the hair like dandruff, she’ll drive it to another planet
Told the b#tch don’t panic, Talkin, he all talk and you can’t fan it, n#gg#
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Release Year: 2022