JStar Balla – All Stars Ft. BLOODIE , DeePlay4Keeps , Roscoe G , DD OSAMA , Dudeylo ( Lyrics ) Letra Jstar Balla JStar Balla – All Stars Ft. BLOODIE , DeePlay4Keeps , Roscoe G , DD OSAMA , Dudeylo ( Lyrics )
Intro
Now look
Grah, grah, grah
Like where the fuck is he going?
Like where the fuck is he going?
Verse: J Star Balla
Like, every time that we spin through, an opp in the sky
Like, why they mad ‘cause we smoking on Fries?
Like and my trigger finger got a blister from every time I performed on my .9
Like how many dayroom niggas gotta-
Like how many dayroom niggas gotta die?
And you niggas keep talking on bro
But G-Pop got sent to Allah
Verse 1: Bloodie
Like stay on point ‘cause they said I might die
Like rob who? Well, I ride with my .9
It’s evеrything dead if he creep on my side
Likе, can’t wait till we see Jay5ive
Verse 2: DeePlay4Keeps
Yo, Bloodie, don’t stop
That’s him right there
Knock him up the- (Get that nigga)
Knock him out the car
Ayo Shaun, why you keep running so far?
On feet John Wick, I’m tappin my arm
Lil ? got cuffed for the shit he was on
Nigga blitzed Lil Cody, blitzed Lil Shaun
Freedom almost got shot in the arm
Verse 3: Roscoe G
I’m in the back of the building tryna see something drop
Like, shit jammed gotta get a new knock
Still runnin’ and duckin’, like, I only threw a shot
But fuck that like, we back on they land
Like, we-we don’t need a plan
We just gon’ spin and hop out the van
Like black tech, we ain’t coming to dance, grah, grah
Verse 4: DD Osama
Ayo RG, who that?
That nigga move wrong, put the beam to his back
Matt, Lotti, Ray, pack
He got hit in the shoulder, it came out his back
Oh, that car movin’ funny? You won’t know what to do
Clutch the knock, make sure that you boom
Throw ‘bout 8 and go back to the hood
Then put Nazzy, Rippy in a wood
Yeah, that’s right, DD is back
Pop, Nay, Fries, flat
Too much to lose, nigga why would I lack?
Push up on me, I bet I react
Verse 5: Dudeylo
Where you at, anywhere I’ma troop it
Oh he think I’m a what, I’ma do it
Like, I’m talking before all of this music
Shot after shot, I’m the one who’s gonna boom it
Niggas be bitch
Neck shot, he got put on the bench (He got put on a-)
I threw 6, had him hoppin’ the fence
One got hit, hollows rippin at his flesh
EK is a simp, he gon’ die from his love for a bitch
Like, don’t forget these was really my mans
Like I know who put on for this shit (OGzK)
And I’m still smokin’ on DaDa
No magician, his body went tah-dah (Ahh Ahh)
Verse 5: Bloodie
Stay on point, I can’t lack for no baba
Chest shot hit that boy, he went bye-bye
Big gun in my bag go “ah-ah”
Like 3 guns when you spinnin’ on my side, like
Fuck who? I can’t let that boy swim
See a Shark, I’ma cut off a fin
Ah-ah, like where you been?
Like straight Maybach’s and O’s when I spin
(Ah-ah, like where you been?
Like straight Maybach’s and O’s when I spin)
Verse 6: J Star Balla
There’s a beam on this blick, so I don’t need no aim
Like he was just talking on bro
Like damn, now that boy is a float’
She a dooptie, make her drive the boat
Bend through the 9 while I’m-, like
Bend through the 9 while I’m uppin’ my pole
If he trip, buddy gotta go
Stand over his body, hit him close
Outro: J Star Balla
Like, every time that we spin through, an opp in the sky
Like why they mad? Cause we smoking on Fries
Like and my trigger finger got a blister
From every time I performed on my .9
Like how many dayroom niggas gotta-
Like how many dayroom niggas gotta die?
And you niggas keep talking on bro
But G-Pop got sent to Allah
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