Letra de Michael Myers - Jay Hound

(Feat. Jay5ive)

Grrah, grrah boom

PradaDidIt

Bro slow down, bro

Bro slow down, I think he tired (Ryan, what took you so long?)

Masked up on that block, Michael Myers

If that bitch even think to get loud, they be quiet (Hol' on, be quiet)

I hear them sirens

Jack on the back of that block he on timin'

Try to blitz through my block, then I'm firin'

Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V

Like, if he spin through my block, burn them tires

Pretty lightskin, tryna admire

She in my ear she be movin' in silence

Can't be jackin' my shit if you do not put on

Lil bro with me give them some work, but he flyin' (Like, word to bro, nigga) (Bro with me give them some work but he—)

Boy got shot, he still alive?

I don't know, but I'm tryna get high

Couple shots to his chest, couple more to his spine

I got one question, is you tryna die?

Bendin' through blocks got the brother on lock

I act retarded, they touch one of mine

I got the city my block said I'm killin' them

And for all of my brothers I be on some different shit

Breakin' her back, worda bro I was drillin' it

We kicked it, shawty was sweeter than— (Like, she was—)

She was sweeter than cinnamon

Can't be losin' my brain, so I had to get rid of it

And that boy try to bend through my block on some tough shit

Word to my mother, that be the end of him

Like he tryna push up on bro, I ain't lettin' him

'Dot tryna flick out this V like a veteran

Tryna flick when I throw, I don't know if you better then

Beam on his back but these bullets start gettin' him

Bro tryna flick out the G2C

Like, it's too much smoke in this gun

Bro on my aim tryna tell me to peel off

But when I be flickin', I have too much fun

I catch BLOODIE, I'm leavin' him done

E, Mel, Notti, runtz

Bro tryna flick like he play for the Suns

Shit gettin' spooky dressed up like a nun

Oh she tryna line me, I think she dumb

If she back out her phone, put the beam on her bun

Like I was on 9 deuce flockin' for none

But I swear like I shoot like I'm flockin' for some

Took that on the bunny took shots on the jump

Like how many gon' diss nigga I done made run

Like I think that's the D's, but don't you move scary

When I flick I just hope that my bro is not near me

On that block makin' movies, no Tyler Perry

If you think that I'm bluffin', just push up and dare me

Like I want you to love me, don't want you to fear me

Now let's bend through the Sev tryna look right for Jerry

But I heard that that nigga a snitch

C Blu shot, heard he a vic'

Dougie got shot, started shakin' his hips

Anybody get flocked jackin' Sev to the 5th

Let me catch me a Munna, back out my grip

Put the beam with his back I just hope he don't trip

SD get to barkin' I love when I flick

If I see Rippy bitch, put the dot on her wig

Bro slow down, I think he tired

Masked up on that block, Michael Myers

If that bitch even think to get loud they be quiet (Hol' on, be quiet)

I hear them sirens

Jack on the back of that block he on timin'

Try to blitz though my block, then I'm firin'

Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V

Like, if he spin through my block burn them tires

Grrah, grrah boom, nigga

Bro slow down, worda bro, like

Masked up on that block, Michael Myers

Think they loud they be quiet

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