Mikey Dollaz - Out That Jam

[Chorus: Mikey Dollaz]
I got shooters in my section
And he gon' need a blessin' if I shoot him with my weapon
It's Chiraq what I'm reppin'
And Ima' rep it well, money put up just to bail
So I'll be out the jam tomorrow nigga(x2)
It's Chiraq what I'm reppin'
And Ima' rep it well. money put up just to bail

[Verse 1: Mikey Dollaz]
Got some niggas with me that be down to blow
I be thirsty just to drill a ho
Shootin' shit, no camera though
Phatts World where I rather go
Got bond money, I be out the bam
Taxin' niggas like Uncle Sam
30 popper, Ima' put him down
The banger on me make no sound
Got Black with me, Duck with me
Send shots at his buck fifty
Opp niggas can't fuck with me
When I sign, Ima' fuck Nicki
Shots fired, better duck quickly
Can't love a bitch, no cuff in me
Killin' shit, no love in me
Niggas know they can't fuck with me

[Verse 2: FBG DUCK]
I ain't really with the talkin', what the fuck did you just say to me nigga?
Better not play with me nigga, I stay with the Glock or the K with me nigga
The Nina be beatin' the fuck out of niggas that bitch a abuser
You could get wiped with the mop, or get stretched with the ruler
Most of these niggas my sons, lil' nigga I been grown
Niggas be sayin' we gettin' on, nigga we been on
Now that he see his bitch gon', he wanna see fist thrown
I'm throwin' these bullets until they hit everyone right in the end zone

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[Verse 3: I.L Will]
I keep a Smith & Wesson
Stacks up on my necklace
Get brain like a professor
Head shot, you need a blessin'
Pop him if he flexin'
Shooters in my section
Bad bitches I be sexin'
Fuck 'em and forgot 'em
9 under my pillow
All I know is yayo
Kill a instrumental
More cheese than Alfredo
Boy don't pass me that reg-o
I'm smokin' on that stank-o
Got a foreign bitch she fuego
She just flew in from Barbados

[Verse 4: Billionaire Black]
Spent a band on some Giuseppe
Call myself bitch I'm a boss Clout God I am a heavy
Got Wee's, O.G.'s, 30's with beams I'm flyer than a jet see
Disrespect the gang, swear this shit gon' get so hectic
My shooters they so reckless
I got money out the anus
Smokin' dope and drankin', fell in love with Ben Franklin
I'm steady rollin' gas man you know this shit stankin'
30's to his head, blow out every thing he thinkin'
Them bullets get to rainin', gang!

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