Jigga jigga feel this

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

Yeah if ya want some put ya guns up it's on

Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone

F**k them bitches though digits though

F**k now if I bring it niggas know whaat

All black gat with the mack out

I take shorty to the rest blow her back out

Sun dress undress throw her back out biotch

In out like a crack house keep it moving

Face off with the 38 scraped off

Keep shorty maced can't throw a 44 eight ball

Know your place so it starts when ya least expect

The yeast infect you don't imitate bitches

Piece protected so I hear you hate bitches

Love the dough ya flow irritate niggas

F**k them though it's all out and

Have a fall out I f**ked ya girl

On top now we call out f**k the world

Face off

This gos out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right

You must be used to me trickin' but we f**kin' tonight

No wine no dine no wheelin' the whip

All night long just feelin' the d**k be i itch

Sauce mothaf**kin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin'

Can you beat that I eat that you just playin'

n***a you neva know what a chick could do

Pull the trigga too check the shit jigga do

My crew mackin' the same b***h i do

Back man stack grands daddy like I you

Love them hoes jigga ha how that sound

Women start to fall we all bat around

Let my whole team hit it scatter 'round

You never seen wit it pat 'em down

Check for cream in it these riches

Got nu'hin to do wit these bitches

Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits

Face off

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

Can I touch that what's that leave it for dead

Keep ya arm over ya face my n***a keep ya head

Keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead

Stay fly 'til ya die n***a deep with prayer

With each word ya say I guess the beef is dead

Ladies gentlemen like impeach the prez

Val kilmer style n***a draw heat with feds

Broad day like de niro shoot all day

I'm the man f**kin' the tracks and you just foreplay

Get a hit i I come through blow up you spit out

What keep it cocked faithfully like salop

With one in the drop don't get hit up

I be the 45 th flamer hoes b***h shamer

Clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up

Look I done came up and thought a whole game up

Meet me in the square with one in the chamber

The face off n***a

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

If ya feel me f**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya gun up in the air if ya feel me

F**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes

This goes out put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me if ya feel

F**k 'em all day f**k 'em all night we don't love these hoes yeah

This goes out to my brooklyn crew