Jay Hound - Michael Myers
[Intro: Jay Hound]
Grrah, grrah boom
Bro slow down, bro
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Bro slow down, I think he tired
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
If that bitch even think to get loud, they be quiet (Hol' on, be quiet)
I hear them sirens
Jack on the back of that block he on timin'
Try to blitz through my block, then I'm firin'
Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V
Like, if he spin through my block, burn them tires
[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
Pretty lightskin, tryna admire
She in my ear she be movin' in silence
Can't be jackin' my shit if you do not put on
Lil bro with me give them some work, but he flyin' (Like, word to bro, nigga) (Bro with me give them some work but he—)
Boy got shot, he still alive?
I don't know, but I'm tryna get high
Couple shots to his chest, couple more to his spine
I got one question, is you tryna die?
Bendin' through blocks got the brother on lock
I act retarded, they touch one of mine
I got the city my block said I'm killin' them
And for all of my brothers I be on some different shit
Breakin' her back, worda bro I was drillin' it
We kicked it, shawty was sweeter than— (Like, she was—)
She was sweeter than cinnamon
Can't be losin' my brain, so I had to get rid of it
And that boy try to bend through my block on some tough shit
Word to my mother, that be the end of him
[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
Like he tryna push up on bro, I ain't lettin' him
Dot' tryna flick out this V like a veteran
Tryna flick when I throw, I don't know if you better then
Beam on his back but these bullets start gettin' him
Bro tryna flick out the G2C
Like, it's too much smoke in this gun
Bro on my aim tryna tell me to peel off
But when I be flickin', I have too much fun
I catch Bloodie I'm leavin' him done
E, Mel, Notti, runtz
Bro tryna flick like he play for the Suns
Shit gettin' spooky dressed up like a nun
Oh she tryna line me, I think she dumb
If she back out her phone, put the beam on her bun
Like I was on 9 deuce flockin' for none
But I swear like I shoot like I'm flockin' for some
Took that on the bunny took shots on the jump
Like how many gon' diss nigga I done made run
Like I think that's the D's, but don't you move scary
When I flick I just hope that my bro is not near me
On that block makin' movies, no Tyler Perry
If you think that I'm bluffin', just push up and dare me
Like I want you to love me don't want you to fear me
Now let's bend through the Sev tryna look right for Jerry
But I heard that that nigga a snitch
C Blu shot, heard he a vic'
Dougie got shot, started shakin' his hips
Anybody get flocked jackin' Sev to the 5th
Let me catch me a Munna, back out my grip
Put the beam with his back I just hope he don't trip
SD get to barkin' I love when I flick
If I see Rippy bitch put the dot on her wig
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Bro slow down, I think he tired
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
If that bitch even think to get loud they be quiet (Hol' on, be quiet)
I hear them sirens
Jack on the back of that block he on timin'
Try to blitz though my block, then I'm firin'
Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V
Like, if he spin through my block burn them tires
[Outro: Jay Hound]
Grrah, grrah boom, nigga
Bro slow down, worda bro, like
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
Think they loud they be quiet
Grrah, grrah boom
Bro slow down, bro
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Bro slow down, I think he tired
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
If that bitch even think to get loud, they be quiet (Hol' on, be quiet)
I hear them sirens
Jack on the back of that block he on timin'
Try to blitz through my block, then I'm firin'
Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V
Like, if he spin through my block, burn them tires
[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
Pretty lightskin, tryna admire
She in my ear she be movin' in silence
Can't be jackin' my shit if you do not put on
Lil bro with me give them some work, but he flyin' (Like, word to bro, nigga) (Bro with me give them some work but he—)
Boy got shot, he still alive?
I don't know, but I'm tryna get high
Couple shots to his chest, couple more to his spine
I got one question, is you tryna die?
Bendin' through blocks got the brother on lock
I act retarded, they touch one of mine
I got the city my block said I'm killin' them
And for all of my brothers I be on some different shit
Breakin' her back, worda bro I was drillin' it
We kicked it, shawty was sweeter than— (Like, she was—)
She was sweeter than cinnamon
Can't be losin' my brain, so I had to get rid of it
And that boy try to bend through my block on some tough shit
Word to my mother, that be the end of him
[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
Like he tryna push up on bro, I ain't lettin' him
Dot' tryna flick out this V like a veteran
Tryna flick when I throw, I don't know if you better then
Beam on his back but these bullets start gettin' him
Bro tryna flick out the G2C
Like, it's too much smoke in this gun
Bro on my aim tryna tell me to peel off
But when I be flickin', I have too much fun
I catch Bloodie I'm leavin' him done
E, Mel, Notti, runtz
Bro tryna flick like he play for the Suns
Shit gettin' spooky dressed up like a nun
Oh she tryna line me, I think she dumb
If she back out her phone, put the beam on her bun
Like I was on 9 deuce flockin' for none
But I swear like I shoot like I'm flockin' for some
Took that on the bunny took shots on the jump
Like how many gon' diss nigga I done made run
Like I think that's the D's, but don't you move scary
When I flick I just hope that my bro is not near me
On that block makin' movies, no Tyler Perry
If you think that I'm bluffin', just push up and dare me
Like I want you to love me don't want you to fear me
Now let's bend through the Sev tryna look right for Jerry
But I heard that that nigga a snitch
C Blu shot, heard he a vic'
Dougie got shot, started shakin' his hips
Anybody get flocked jackin' Sev to the 5th
Let me catch me a Munna, back out my grip
Put the beam with his back I just hope he don't trip
SD get to barkin' I love when I flick
If I see Rippy bitch put the dot on her wig
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Bro slow down, I think he tired
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
If that bitch even think to get loud they be quiet (Hol' on, be quiet)
I hear them sirens
Jack on the back of that block he on timin'
Try to blitz though my block, then I'm firin'
Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V
Like, if he spin through my block burn them tires
[Outro: Jay Hound]
Grrah, grrah boom, nigga
Bro slow down, worda bro, like
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
Think they loud they be quiet
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