JT Cinco Hook
Ima need 50 nothing less than
Opp walkin he a dead man
I start to f#ck with her best friend
Now she all up in the section
I can’t get caught with a weapon
Cause my life is destined
Bro send a pack and it land in the mail
My n#gg#s running up TD and Wells
Pull up on me you leaving with ….
Pull up on me you leaving with shells [aye
I see a Opp and I send him to hell
I see a Opp and I send him to…..
JT Cinco Verse 1
If he move wrong get hit with the
Making a movie like cinema
If we got a problem we gon send it up
And my n#gg#s plotting so we set it up
No rеmorse we ain’t regular
NRG wе already up
Yea NRG we already up
sh#t get different [aye
Spark it up I be up in a minute
He in foreigns but we know that sh#t rented
Hit him close hit him with precision
Close that back door but that n#gg# ain’t listen
Bullet holes we ain’t leaving a witness
All this ice and she screaming
All this ice and she feening
Pulling up from the deep end
Blow a bag for the weekend
40 hit leaning
2 4 leaning
Moonwalk dreaming
Say you hit me I ain’t see it
Matter fact I just seen it
Matter fact I just seen it
Hook [JT Cinco]
Ima need 50 nothing less than
Opp walkin he a dead man
I start to f#ck with her best friend
Now she all up in the section
I can’t get caught with a weapon
Cause my life is destined
Bro send a pack and it land in the mail
My n#gg#s running up TD and Wells
Pull up on me you leaving with ….
Pull up on me you leaving with shells [aye
I see a Opp and I send him to hell
I see a Opp and I send him to…..
Verse 2 [Nrg Zay]
I need a dub [what
Water drippin on my body I need me a tub
I got 50 bandz wit 50 shots inside of the club, [yuh
f#ck the b#tch and f#ck the hoe ion show no love, [nah
I got it on me never lacking I’m putting it up
Touchdown never beat me
Ridin fast up in a ghini
Hit the gas never see me
Ik ur b#tch tryna meet me
Y’all be actin like it’s broadway
Empty two clips in broadday
I remember yo #ss from school
I shoulda let it go in the hallway, bow yuh
Poppin pills feels the same
sh#t just goin to my Brain
Tryna make the hall of fame
Damn yuh
Pouring feelings down the drain
Broken pipes on my chain
Choppa on me let it sing
f#ck these boys talkin bout man
Actin like we ain’t really in this sh#t
Like nrg sweet or sum
We show no remorse in this sh#t we do this sh#t for a living boy
Hook [JT Cinco]
Ima need 50 nothing less than
Opp walkin he a dead man
I start to f#ck with her best friend
Now she all up in the section
I can’t get caught with a weapon
Cause my life is destined
Bro send a pack and it land in the mail
My n#gg#s running up TD and Wells
Pull up on me you leaving with ….
Pull up on me you leaving with shells [aye
I see a Opp and I send him to hell
I see a Opp and I send him to…..
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