Jawana lyrics

[Intro]
(His name's Pablo)
(BangThatsh*t)

[Verse 1: Nuk]
Them b*tch-ass hemis couldn't line up with a gas card
My dog be makin' animals talk like Madagascar
A moose with the antlers off, I gotta swag smart
Only makin' stops for the pit, I'm like a NASCAR
Boy, I got this chop with a switch, that's what my 'Rabs bought
Mama caught me up with a zip, told her it's bath salt
Heard they probably wanna squeeze on squad, but this ain't last thought
Heard he went to school with the tars, now he on asphalt
I can't put no bag on you, n*gga, you too incompetent
My dog be leavin' n*ggas on they face like Nate Robinson
I be goin' one-on-one with hoes like Flex Washington
My fiends say I got more sugar than Ray Robinson
They knowin' how I be in the streets, they call me Oxington
I'm tryna get a n*gga deceased like I'm in Washington
It's up anywhere, I don't care if you in Aisle 8
Askin' words, they blame us if they see foul play

[Chorus: Nuk & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
All my n*ggas tryna get rich, we on some different ice
In the kitchen tryna get a split like Scottie Pipen wife
Soon as I get it on the plate, they wanna light it up
I be in there dodgin' crack smoke when they be pipin' up
Man, you can catch me in the hood runnin' lights, it ain't no stoppin' us
Turn a grown-ass n*gga to a b*tch like he Juwanna
Bustin' guns every day, we got the hood hot like a sauna
I'm spillin' juice, this ain't O'hana when I'm ridin' around with them choppers
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'm droppin' ashes on your b*tch, she start suckin' di*k while I'm facin'
My life amazing, f*ck the hoes I used to dream about in the basement
Man, I ain't basic, like the hoes who suck the di*k without me askin'
When it's game time, I ball hog and take the shots, man, I ain't passin'
Man, I love when n*ggas post they hoes, I probably had a b*tch
Ride around with the Dracos, we don't stash the blick
n*ggas wouldn't even be able to do no shows 'cause they had a hit
Man, you know me at every function like an analyst
Got a flash on the Glock, I'm makin' movies on some camera sh*t
Man better know if I be lackin' on them pictures, I done slammed that b*tch
Glock a tip dumb, my uncle, he be slammin' bricks, slammin' grits
Sixth grade, I caught him in the kitchen, it damn near made me sick
Man, big money, my n*gga Nuk slammin', come get a brick from him
I ain't talkin' 'bout no verse for him, a dub, might get a hit from him
See, we don't rap for real, we trap for real, keep the strap for real
Get a bag and turn that b*tch around and come right back for real

[Chorus: Nuk & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
All my n*ggas tryna get rich, we on some different ice
In the kitchen tryna get a split like Scottie Pipen wife
Soon as I get it on the plate, they wanna light it up
I be in there dodgin' crack smoke when they be pipin' up
Man, you can catch me in the hood runnin' lights, it ain't no stoppin' us
Turn a grown-ass n*gga to a b*tch like he Juwanna
Bustin' guns every day, we got the hood hot like a sauna
I'm spillin' juice, this ain't O'hana when I'm ridin' around with them choppers