Jay Versace - f** n***as lyrics

Hook--all of these f** niqqaz goddamn they want no heat X2 b**h we trapping cuz we out in the streets f** boys goddamn they dont want no beef Jeremy ur a p**y boy claim ur real but ur a liar boy u dont want heat cuz im wit it boy Wen it comes to beef u be snitching boy u on that talk talk u ain't wit it boy Im doing hitz like im in chiraq making drillanoise Gotta choppa now u doing flipps ur a f** niqqa dont let me get tha clipp Im screaming f** eastt side They talkin sh** leave em traumatized Im the streets ill never hide We do walkups no drivebys Talking all that sh** ur getting certified U dont put in work ur a bu*tby his getting scared made a suicide If i catch u ill drop you dead Going crazy like ur a crack head U ain't bout it so just jump state He want bang but he forfeit Ur a f** boy just stay in ur lane Chillin wit my squadd while we do our thang b**h im turnt up like waka flocka flame I gotta nena so i ain't tryna be fame Got hella niqqaz that will gang bang Your an opp so i get to shoot u in ur brain Got an Ak so u kno the bullets gonna rain Said u tryna bang so i posted on ur block p**y boy want heat so u kno i got that Glock His a girl a thot whhile she out heere giving tops We some hot boys so u kno we scaring them cops