Who dat on a goddamn track
Is that Lil' Jus
No way, no way
Mafia on the track
Crazy how niggas switch up when they start to lie
Rockin' all black in a coffin, I'm finna die
Yo bitch pull up, we get high and then she get down
Big ass Glock, on my hip it hold 100 rounds
Punching shit, bitch, yo ass lost 30s, you outta town
Likeee yo ass, simple minded as f*ck
You up the Glock and then you tryna duck
How the f*ck you shoot from both ways, you like a hockey puck
Hit yo ass with a right hook, now you starstruck
Niggas shot me in the hip one time, all luck
Yo girl givin' me brain, that good glug glug
Reach for yo gun, I shot first, now you lookin' stuck
That's on a B, not gon' f*ck up
Me and bro slide hit the right hand, now he 200 pumped
Lil' Jus on the track, yeah, they're not comin' back
Sucked the meat so damn good, she had a heart attack
He want some more, so you know we gon' have to spend back
Nigga wanna hit my blunt, don't give him good packs
Can't f*ck with her, cause she is not black
Saw a homie slick on the corner, he was smokin' crack
Tell my bitch to go to Neiman Marcus, we gon' drop a rack
Damn, I tried to f*ck this bitch, she too fat
Yeah, I couldn't bring my gun through TSA, so I brought her back
Walked in his crib, then I shot him in his habitat
Freaky bitch, tell me why we f*ckin' give her head pass
2024, no GMC, bitch, we whippin' scats
Bwee Break, Shut up, my nigga lungs ain't black
How you tryna pull up with a sword and a switch attached
F*ck, you really sound dumb as shit
F*ck, I swear to God, bro
Damn, y'all niggas don't think that's a ringer
Y'all niggas stupid as f*ck
Jus - mowtown legacy (feat. graxss!) Lyrics
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Who dat on a goddamn track
Is that Lil' Jus
No way, no way
Mafia on the track
Crazy how niggas switch up when they start to lie
Rockin' all black in a coffin, I'm finna die
Yo bitch pull up, we get high and then she get down
Big ass Glock, on my hip it hold 100 rounds
Punching shit, bitch, yo ass lost 30s, you outta town
Likeee yo ass, simple minded as f*ck
You up the Glock and then you tryna duck
How the f*ck you shoot from both ways, you like a hockey puck
Hit yo ass with a right hook, now you starstruck
Niggas shot me in the hip one time, all luck
Yo girl givin' me brain, that good glug glug
Reach for yo gun, I shot first, now you lookin' stuck
That's on a B, not gon' f*ck up
Me and bro slide hit the right hand, now he 200 pumped
Lil' Jus on the track, yeah, they're not comin' back
Sucked the meat so damn good, she had a heart attack
He want some more, so you know we gon' have to spend back
Nigga wanna hit my blunt, don't give him good packs
Can't f*ck with her, cause she is not black
Saw a homie slick on the corner, he was smokin' crack
Tell my bitch to go to Neiman Marcus, we gon' drop a rack
Damn, I tried to f*ck this bitch, she too fat
Yeah, I couldn't bring my gun through TSA, so I brought her back
Walked in his crib, then I shot him in his habitat
Freaky bitch, tell me why we f*ckin' give her head pass
2024, no GMC, bitch, we whippin' scats
Bwee Break, Shut up, my nigga lungs ain't black
How you tryna pull up with a sword and a switch attached
F*ck, you really sound dumb as shit
F*ck, I swear to God, bro
Damn, y'all niggas don't think that's a ringer
Y'all niggas stupid as f*ck
Is that Lil' Jus
No way, no way
Mafia on the track
Crazy how niggas switch up when they start to lie
Rockin' all black in a coffin, I'm finna die
Yo bitch pull up, we get high and then she get down
Big ass Glock, on my hip it hold 100 rounds
Punching shit, bitch, yo ass lost 30s, you outta town
Likeee yo ass, simple minded as f*ck
You up the Glock and then you tryna duck
How the f*ck you shoot from both ways, you like a hockey puck
Hit yo ass with a right hook, now you starstruck
Niggas shot me in the hip one time, all luck
Yo girl givin' me brain, that good glug glug
Reach for yo gun, I shot first, now you lookin' stuck
That's on a B, not gon' f*ck up
Me and bro slide hit the right hand, now he 200 pumped
Lil' Jus on the track, yeah, they're not comin' back
Sucked the meat so damn good, she had a heart attack
He want some more, so you know we gon' have to spend back
Nigga wanna hit my blunt, don't give him good packs
Can't f*ck with her, cause she is not black
Saw a homie slick on the corner, he was smokin' crack
Tell my bitch to go to Neiman Marcus, we gon' drop a rack
Damn, I tried to f*ck this bitch, she too fat
Yeah, I couldn't bring my gun through TSA, so I brought her back
Walked in his crib, then I shot him in his habitat
Freaky bitch, tell me why we f*ckin' give her head pass
2024, no GMC, bitch, we whippin' scats
Bwee Break, Shut up, my nigga lungs ain't black
How you tryna pull up with a sword and a switch attached
F*ck, you really sound dumb as shit
F*ck, I swear to God, bro
Damn, y'all niggas don't think that's a ringer
Y'all niggas stupid as f*ck
Writer: Bow Billy
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