In Your Face

Tell them lul' niggas
We can run the ones
Caught em' at the store, Nigga tried to run
Black rims an black tints
Cruisin' down the 10
Thas berdino
Yea nigga we know, Not JayDaYoungan
But im Jaay an im a youngin
Ima slide, get ta' robbin'
Ain't robin hood
But im from tha hood
Yea tha mud, where dem niggas get ta drippin blood
A hit on yo head thats a payment
Yo marked death , yea nigga
Take yo last breath
Streets is cold, Thas why my teeth full of gold
Got the record label on hold, Play yo role

Keep stickin to the code, an grow on these niggas
Like sum mold, Im doin this rap shi
Maybe sum trap shi
Rollin with the ice, yea that Glock 22 on my side
So is my niggas, they gon ride
We not affiliated, let the beef cook we initiated
Its handled, and after
Comes the laughter, Ima shit on these niggas
Count these fuckin bands
Yea we gon cop a couple designer brands, where them Louie belts
We take it off you fuck yo health
Callit gusts of steel
But dont forget, that clip hit 30 of em
We ain't gon miss
You on a shirt, yo dead body
Cruisin in the back of a hearse, yo momma cryin
Shoulda thought about dying, Before you opened your mouth
Shoulda known we was gon slide without a doubt