Job Done lyrics

[Intro]
(Damjonboi)

[Verse 1: YBN Lil Bro]
Gettin' that job done, don't nothin' slide, he knew what it was
That boy a problem, he hang with shottas, sh*t'll get ugly
Out here wildin', they see that yop yop, these n*ggas done
Go ahead and try some sh*t, I take you out this b*tch, my own gun
Nothin' but robbers in this b*tch, bro, I don't think you wanna come
Jolly me a n*gga, no more shootin' dice on this block, bum
Die with that b*tch, he was better off givin' another n*gga the gun

[Verse 2: OneUp Chris]
Die with that b*tch, he let me get up on him, I'm the one
Really some nerd kids, them n*ggas see my face, don't want no bum
Boom told me get on n*ggas' ass before I even tucked
Drop the window on a b*tch, I can show you how to duck
Got n*ggas mad 'cause I killed they mans, sent his ass up
Jimmy Neutron, b*tch, I need a blast, I'm tryna [?] somethin'
I'm in my head, I'm misspelling words, I'm spellin' redrum
I seen a 9, I ain't have my 9, I still four-fived him

[Verse 3: YBN Lil Bro]
He ain't think I knew the block for real, got to tearin' that b*tch up
I ain't the n*gga that's finna box with you, fat boy, you better run
High as f*ck off these lil' dead n*ggas, this such and such [?]
She an opp b*tch, I just f*cked that b*tch to show her I'm the one
Slow your roll, you keep blowin' my phone, b*tch, you got a loc'?
I got these pictures of my n*gga Risky still in my phone
Lot of these n*ggas be real hoes, I know 'cause I know
On my young gangster sh*t with these hoes, long live Bro, b*tch
[Verse 4: OneUp Chris]
Lil' fan b*tch, she swore to God she wanna be a tweaker
On the other side, she don't know I'm beefin' with her peoples
Off an E pill, I'm killin' [?], my whole head f*cked up
sh*t, go'n get that n*gga whip
Like damn, Valley, got me talkin' to the dead
Mirror Wine still callin' up from the feds, f*ckin' up my head
Free them boys, if we catch 'em in that whip, they dead
My next skit, I might f*ck around, throw on a wig