D.I.S. MIX 1
Jay-Jay Lyrics

Hear them bells ringing
Drums thumping mean d1b coming
See ops we thumpin
About my bag any less I ain't coming
I'm sprinting I'm running
On these tracks 12 bars by the dozen
Might drop an ep
Then cop some diamonds talkin vvs Shining like riri no umbrella
See growin up ima cold fella
Heating beats up but the stove better
Keep heat tucked that's a beretta
In the puff jacket
Brodie know ima plug magnet
See a bag then I'm gon grab it
Ain't no second guessing on my brethren
I got these niggas takin notes like a lesson
Stop pretending
Like I ain't rippin all these beats
From 11 to the 7
I'm takin day and night
Drop them guns see who stay to fight
Said you real but you playin right
I can't trust shit
Bust clip
If niggas comin up wit assumptions
Fuck it
Might drop 30 round up out a bucket
Crammed
I never gave not 2 fucks or not one damn
To hear me speak need atleast
Bout ten bandz
You ain't got jack shit then stack
Then come tap in with me
But shit by then I upped the price
Need atleast ten-fifty
A business man play wit my bread
It get real shifty
Crack em in legs n now he limping
They sayin who did em
Aj slidin ina civic
Umo whippin in the mopar
Move ina pivot wit my niggas
On mamas we go hard
You say it's up then shit it's stuck
Don't be playin the bro card
Choppa gon Bogarde up out my pocket
Then it's lights out
Don't need no white out
Can't make mistakes I keep an eye out
I stay on ten ten
With a fat Rolex sum like Ben 10
Hitting like bam bam
Knockin out rappers like I'm sandman
Man fuck your gram grams
Brother got the best cookies out
Put em out the whip we was boxin
He rolled the window Down
He ain't been around that much smoke
So doggie put em down
Damn so doggie put em down
He ain't been around that much smoke
So doggie
Nigga run up n get put down
He was bout it bout it but he shook now
Read it off his face he a book now
Eye contact don't look down
Mixing up the beat ima cook now
East side nigga on sum bay shit
Chillin kicked back lu Kang shit
Love to hear the skirt wen I swang shit
All of my brothers is comin different
So fuck yo opinion no pretending
Back in school I would skip detention
To fuck by the benches
Money's my fetish need my cheese
Gotta stack it wit lettuce
Gve a fuck who said it nigga
I'm the best rapper alive
Bout my grind n my hustle
You can see it in my eyes
Ain't disguised
Im a real nigga no need for lies
Stacking up hunneds to the sky
Real grind always gon thrive
Remember back then I was broke
Now I see my dreams come to live
Hear them bells ringing
Drums thumping mean d1b coming
See ops we thumpin
About my bag any less I ain't coming
I'm sprinting I'm running
On these tracks 12 bars by the dozen




Might drop an ep
Then cop some diamonds talkin vvs