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(Helluva made this beat, baby) Lil Jay and Twan, Lil Jay and Twan Lil Jay chillin', he just got back Glock 40 and two-hundred K on his lap (Yeah) The big dawg knocked, no more runnin' in no traps He fired off a back, thinkin' hard like I come from the way where you don't live long Can't nobody save you, they gon' do you wrong My niggas'll walk you down, then put it in a song Got to keep a Glock or two no before I leave home Damn, snake of the year and the whole 'hood hear (That's crazy) Jay really killed his own brother for a Crip (That's crazy) He ain't even stressin', blue tips in his clip As long as that F&N don't jam, he gon' live (Got it on) They all on the internet talkin' 'bout what he did Niggas know where he lay, so, he bought another crib Caught him away, youngin been flyin' through them bricks He low-key missin' Twan, wishin' he could see him lit His phone ring, "Bllrd," "Hello?" "Go clutch," ("What?") "Twan out that coma, he just woke up" ("What?") "Instagram goin' crazy, he talkin' so tough" "What he say?" "That nigga comin' back, showin' off" Letras de cancionesLil Jay like, "Damn, I hit that nigga in his head" (Shoot him in his head) That wasn't enough, that nigga ain't dead (Damn) And, he still l thuggin', he ain't even cut off his dreads And I know he woke up out that coma seein' red (What the fuck?) Twan like, "Who shot me?" "It was yo' mans" (Jay) "Him and opps put a playdown, two-hundred bands" (Two-hundred) "Pops tried to tell you these niggas ain't yo' friends, Jay think he big now, he fuckin' with the [?]" (Got to kill him) Lil Twan know he got to spank that bitch (Yeah) If Jay in the 'hood, he 'bout to flame that bitch (Yeah) Nigga hands shakin', he can't wait to bang that blick (Woo) Twan feelin' on his hand like, "I ate that bitch" (Playin' nothin') Yeah, he got a K, he need another Glick Jay like, "I'm rich, I can hide, ain't no touchin' me" (I'm out the way) Twan might have to look into another beep But, he know Jay don't give a fuck about his other people (Where his people?) Twan ridin' 'round trippin' with a choppa (Grrah) "Everybody, get back, that lil' nigga a problem" For two hundred, Jay would've killed his own mama Now, he rich layin' low, tryna dodge all the drama (That shit crazy) Ayy, a couple weeks ago (Week ago) Jay got him a freaky ho (Caught him a bad one) And even though she'll go She ain't just an easy ho He used to dream on it (He used to dream on it) 'Bout to put a ring on it ('Bout to put a ring on it) I think he got what he wanted, yeah Ridin' in a sleeve, ayy, and they Mobbin' to the music (To the music), this is how they do it (How they do it) all night Got a Glock with two clips (Two clips), can't be out here snoozin' (Uh-uh), it's a war outside Just Jay and his bro (They ridin') No worries at all Ridin' through the trenches (Niggas feelin' good, ridin', you know what I'm sayin'?) Ooh Damn, Jay dropped his gun, shit hit the fan Twan pull up lettin' the AK slam They in the longsleeve, he hangin' out a Ram (Come here) A hundred shots long, he ain't stoppin' 'til it jam After a minute, he hear the Ram truck leavin' Car smokin', now he tryna control his breathin' Look and see his girl in the driver's seat leakin' Don't know if he hit, but he can feel his arm stingin' Damn, but he don't get a pass The Ram truck bust a U, comin' back fast He hopped out and ran, but they was on his ass Bullets flyin' 'til he hit the grass, nigga I come from the way where you don't live long Can't nobody save you, they gon' do you wrong My niggas'll walk you down, then put it in a song Got to keep a Glock or two no before I leave home From Letras Mania