Hannah Montana

[Intro]
(Clarity)
(Aye, Nxxre)

[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Not for nothin', nobody fuckin' wit' me, I go dumb
I know a nigga, got shot in the back of his—
And he took that shot on the jump
I'm tryna speak, listen up
Got the rollie outside with his gun
I'm tryna up it, flick it, make 'm run
Found me a G, I started going nuts (Like, like)
Brodie a pro like he play overseas
I'm on court like I play for the league
I started flickin', 'ootin' like I'm Steve
Bro, watch out, I'm tryna make him bleed

[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
I got money, we out to eat
I spend 1100 on these jeans
I know a nigga, he got a couple of hunnids
And still be movin' like a fiend
I'm on bad time, we over east
I'm on 7th, lookin' for Sleeze
Threw at a nigga
I had 'em tappin' his body like he was lookin' for his keys
Troopin' on feet, we was spinnin' through 8th
Who I'm wit? I was spinnin' with bae
Knock so big, I cannot talk
Cause the .48, it keep tryna fall off my waist
.32 wasn't leavin' no trace
Makin' money, started movin' like Ace
Lil bro on the drill, throw it over the—
They can't kick on the door, got the knock in the safe

[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
Like, how the fuck did I end up on 8th?
I don't remember, the lean all I taste
Like, how the fuck did I get on this block?
They ain't hearin' me yet, I'm just seein' the face
Wait, now, I think I remember
Talk on my bro, you got hit in December
He gettin' away, this beat finna get him
Showin' my dreads, so they remember who swept 'em
And you can get shot tryna play wit' my steppas
Fucked up my fit, threw a shot through my sweater
SZs and 50s and 9s and Berettas
That's what he gon' feel if that boy tryna get up
Like, "5ive, you on hots, you tryna catch that PD?"
I'm wit' the Jet, and he boomin' your DG
I would never stop flockin', I run into TG
Had to get on my block, word to bro that shit keep me
Free Blitz, free GB
The way that I'm lurkin', I'm movin' real creepy
Got a baba to line him, she movin' real treeshy
Ass too fat, tryna shake it like RiRi
Like, I think that she dumb, tryna say "Jay5ive, eat me"
I'm wit' Jay Hound, yeah, the one that made Neaky
I know they made 'cause the police ain't keep me
Why the fuck am I still lookin' for Gigi?

[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Not for nothin', nobody fuckin' wit' me, I go dumb
I know a nigga got shot in the back of his—
And he took that shot on the jump
I'm tryna speak, listen up
Got the rollie outside with his gun
I'm tryna up and flick and make him run
Found me a G, I started going nuts (Like, like)
Brodie a pro like he play overseas
I'm on court like I play for the league
I started flickin', 'ootin' like I'm Steve
Bro, watch out, I'm tryna make him bleed