Trakklist (×Gucciwitch & JayLegend)

Verse 1: BYRDZ
Put some things on the tracklist
Put some green in the backpage
On the trakk,on the traxx
Don't do no deal,i just need to relax
These motherfuckers keep hitting my fax
But i count my stacks
All this on trakklist
Fuck a bet bitch
Need some gucci
Cause already have a curse
I say fuck it
Y'all want me hurt
Yuh
Cooling up my bros
Y'all nothing than foes
I don't fuck with hoes
Fell in many holes
I am not joker
But you see my smile?
I ain't playing poker
But you falling in my plans for a while
Pull up with Jay,and he shooting rays
Where's your fucking faith
Stay away
I'm doing rituals
On the factory
Hiroshima put an end of story
Me and Jay are Brown and blue
I keep asking to myself,who is you
Sorry BYRDZ doesn't knows,give him a clue
And don't forgеt,talk just the true
(Or we will play that gamе and I'll find you)
I'm raw
Ridin'rounds
Raw,raw,raw
Got new bae (wait, wait, what?,re-repeat this again)
Got new things ay,anxiety teeth on scrawl

Verse 2 - JayLegend
I don't give a shit
About a mother fucking hater
I'm a menace in this game
Like my name was darth vader
You can talk your bullshit
Put me on your hit list
I'll off all of you bitches by myself
Without a whitness
Ima real OG
So let me show ya how I ball
You say your money's long
But it ain't even 2 feet tall
I don't give a fuck
So I'll shoot you up in the mall
And if I ain't packin' heat
I'll push you down and watch you crawl
Bitch

Chorus - BYRDZ
Put some things on the tracklist
Put some green in the backpage
On the trakk,on the traxx
Don't do no deal,i just need to relax
These motherfuckers keep hitting my fax
Put some things on the tracklist
Put some green in the backpage
On the trakk,on the traxx
Don't do no deal,i just need to relax
These motherfuckers keep hitting my fax

Verse 3 - JayLegend
I don't give a shit
About a mother fucking hater
I'm a menace in this game
Like my name was darth vader
You can talk your bullshit
Put me on your hit list
I'll off all of you bitches by myself
Without a whitness
Ima real OG
So let me show ya how I ball
You say your money's long
But it ain't even 2 feet tall
I don't give a fuck
So I'll shoot you up in the mall
And if I ain't packin' heat
I'll push you down and watch you crawl
Bitch