majeeda boy lyrics
by luracks
[Intro: Lade & trenchbabyeli and (Instigator)]
I was never yo' gang
Eli, you not gang, take that shi— (I'm not even—, you'n 'een know what set I bang)
f*ck you talm' 'bout, n*gga...
Ain't no n*gga gon' take— (Mmm...)
Ain't no n*gga gon' press me to take my flag off, though, and that's on Blood...
MMM...
(Oh sh*t 😲)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy—)
You not gang, you want to be gang then, n*gga, what ba—wha—wha—what set you got I ain't ba— (Oh sh*t 😲)
Ayy, I'on—I'on—ayy, I'on know 'bout the banging part, I'on bang, bruh, but I'll beat yo' ass...
Heh—heh—heh, ayy- (Hehehaha!)
I'on bang, bruh, but—but I'll yo' ass, bro (I...)
Fasho'— (I-I love you)
[Verse]
A TEAM sh*t, n*ggA (Later!)
(SHUT YO'—)
UH, UH (—b*tch ASS UP)
b*tch, I'M MAJEEDA BOY
I ain't playin' just like Brandon Roy
Off a X, I'ma just destroy (Later!)
Leave 'em dead silent if he make a noise
I'm King Von and Juice just like Troy
I brought the fye-fye to Illinois
Dior cologne, she f*ck with my aroma (Later!)
Said he gon' sеnd the drop, I'm like, "What's the hold up?"
Dirty Spritе, this ain't Arizona
When my heart seen Quetin, he was in a Coma
Track Hawk Jeep, I'on f*ck with rollers (Later!)
ARP f*ckin' up my shoulder
A team, all my n*ggas Soldiers
I call Paint, n*gga, then it's over
I'm off three, I can't even focus (Later!)
He a wave rider? Then I'm Moses
I can't catch you? I'ma get who closest
With the Glock 19, killin' sh*t like Pocus
Turn his block to Sea World, leave it soakin' (Later!)
Two Smith & Wesson's, I'on do no jokin'
Like the Hawks, he can't stop from chokin'
My drip overseas, I'm finally gettin' motion
I'm with Sharks deep up in the ocean (Later!)
I take Perc's like they Ibuprofens
I shoot three's, please don't leave me open
I'm geeked as f*ck like Lamar Odom
MAMA TOLD ME n*ggAS GON' BE HATIN' (Later!)
I'M TRYNA KILL, I'ON FEEL LIKE WAITIN'
b*tch, YOU DUMBBBB IF YOU THINK WE DATIN'
MAJEEDA BOY, n*ggA, I'M THE GREATEST...
[Outro: Mama Racks 💚]
They gon' hate you! For being Lu', you know
The hell you think I can do? A motherf*ckin' thing! But be you...
And they gon' be mad at a young 'fella as soon as you be successful (luracks)
You gon' be successful off the rip, mane! (Where you get all them racks, bruh?)
'Cause yo' Mama made 'ya!
My son still paid for it! Them ho's ain't paid no tuition!