Jubilee Lane lyrics

[Intro: GetRichZay]
You hear that?
I'm smokin' this dead-ass opp right now
And I'm in the booth with that motherf*ckin' yummy, b*tch
Six sh*t, get your b*tch hit
Gang sh*t, no lame sh*t
Stay in your lane, b*tch
'Cause you know we bust brains quick
Gang (Gang)

[Verse 1: GetRichZay]
Yeah, mini Draco pah-pah, uh, put his ass on channel six (Yeah)
Ayy, .308, b*tch, heavyweight, this b*tch shoot straight through the brick (Boom)
Ayy, get that b*tch some pipe one time and send that lil' ho through assist
Ayy, you know we don't f*ck with fours, me and the bros be pourin' six (Gang)
Ayy, put a brick on top his head (Yeah), he get hit for thirty-six (Aight)
Ayy, brand new Glock came with a drum (Where it at?), but I only put it in thirty-six (Come on)
Ayy, broski just came home (Yeah), he beat that case, his ass been thuggin' since (Gang)
Ayy, junkies hit my phone, she took some sh*t, her ass been buggin' six (Ooh, ooh)
Ayy, let her ten stood out one time her dumb ass been come in six (Damn)
Ayy, we just rolled another opp, we sparked his ass, then closed the V
Ayy, n*gga say he'll smoke with us, we at your door like, "Pay your rent" (Yeah)
Not let me catch me no opp right now (Aight), b*tch, I'ma crash and leave him dead (Come on)
Ayy, Coke, they must think we 'round like we ain't active (Coke, aight, come on)
Ayy, super active, n*gga caught a faceshot for a stupid caption (Bah)
I just dropped my tape like a week ago, now, b*tch, I'm back in action (Gang, aight, come on)
Ayy, we just spinned they block like a week ago, now, aight, come on
[Verse 2: Cocaine Mali]
Uh, uh, uh
GetRich, we the ones with all these hats (Ayy, we the ones), n*ggas ain't got nothin' (Ain't got nothin')
Kickdoor, keep your double Bs like they some black 1s (Boom, boom)
Keep a glick, I keep a pole (Grrt), that started off with cap guns
Fast forward, years later, ain't think I was gon' clap nothin'?
You dumb as f*ck (You dumb as f*ck), think I ain't gon' hit sh*t up? (What?)
The last n*gga tried, I fixed him up (I fixed him up)
Outside smoke through, picked him up
Why you cuffed that nat, nat? (Nat, nat) She gon' drop her drawers here (Drawers here)
Fire my sh*t on lock, you'll make a thirty off my phone, n*gga (Make a thirty off my phone, n*gga)
Six n*ggas don't f*ck with you, I don't get along with you (I don't get along with you)
In the club, that lit it up they thought I dropped a bomb, n*gga (Boom, boom)
And we got thot, thots, yeah (Grrt), we got Glock, Glock (Grrt)
Switchy for a top opp, Glock came with the black box (Fft)
I was locked up in a county, thuggin' on a black top
Ayy, GetRich, that's my brother there, for him, you catch a faceshot (Grrt)
Ayy, switch it up, fft, fft, hit him (Fft), now he twitchin' up
I can't find no drops or no Wocky, damn, I'm sick as f*ck
I'm finna get some hours in the stu', lil' b*tch, come eat me up
Your boyfriend got a 'vert, just stole a pole that he know he won't bust
Whole triple P, I might just drop it all in one point (Drop it all in one point)
Opp up on the Faygo, but see me, I'd rather send them shots (Boom, boom, boom)
We outside all day, I ain't tryna bend the block (Grrt)
Ayy, Fifty tryna put thirty-day tags over a rental car