DP - Jabar lyrics
rate me(Verse)
It's been a long time comin'
Like fuck it, I couldn't bust it
I would if I could, the block told me keep it pumpin'
These niggas frontin', head off the pack
They fumble it, I pick it up
& sell it back to them for double
Got the mack in the duffle, the oil filter make it muffle
So when I send shots, that shit subtle
& I'll rebuttal any statement that ya utter
Think ya slick like butta
Bitch, ya lyin' like the government
Lately y'all been on sum' otha shit
So I'm on sum' throw this pipe bomb
At yo baby mother's crib, shoot up the kitchen
Watch her drop her baby, bullets hit her riblets
& I still want ya to pay me back in interest
Got to bitch out Grandy Park, move the coke out the Sentra
Top bitch smuggle dope in a bucket of paint thinner
My patience is growin' thinner
& erry wakin' moment ya playin' wit my dope
Get yo grand momma choked up
(Hook)
(Hold up) 12 at the do'
Let me put the dope up
(Hold up) 12 at the do'
Let me put the chrome up
(Them niggas gone!)
Fiends at the do'
Bitch, pack the coke up
(Hold up)
(Verse 2)
& I know that I'm a dead nigga walkin'
But if a nigga cross my path
It'll be a dead nigga walkin' wit me
It's like the dark side be talkin' to me
Ya hear that bark, that's the dog in me
& the streets watchin' me
So the forty neva departs from me
& a bitch can't choose to part from me
Unless she wanna wake up in the back of a trunk
In the bottom of a lake, don't be no dummy
& don't think I'm bein' funny
Bitch I'll do ya like Christopher did Adriana
Now they lookin' for yo body like Jimmy Hoffa
Shit, I bet that chart neva sketch me
Cuz ya know I got the Glock to protect me
Shit got the answers & nigga test me
& the Henny got me feelin' like the dark possess me
Said that shit got the answers & nigga test me
& the Henny got me feelin' like the dark possess me
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Aye fuck niggas is feeble
Meek demeanor, I don't resemble ya weak mental
I go to Peter wit the mink on
Ill skin bass match my bitch pale skin tone
Ya needin' 250 and I got the zips for
Street knowledge, I thieve wit demons & robbers
Ya might see them sippin' Vino wit the mobsters
I eat the ville wit the pasta
Pull of in a grey Mazda
Make yo bitch suck me through the Bape boxers
I did it my way like Sinatra
The OG sayin' he's his pops son
If I get locked up in the streets
It'll be like the stock punge
When niggas can't nab him, I'm like Viper in Top Gun
I bite one arm off the body of a rap nigga
Stuck the mack in the venue
The bouncer didn't pat a nigga
Shit I'm really in the field like Pat Tillman
So on the contrilly, I really packs the mac mili
