Mistah FAB - Don't Jam lyrics

rate me

Put me in the game coach!

Ah, ah, pocket full of cheddar,

Wave bye to them bronets

And hello to berettas

That's a greedy, yeah nigga that's a greedy

Click, click, pow, that's a bullet flesh midi

And I'll arrange it I disarrange only zits

When I arrive man these lames is out of place

They get ghost like the clip hit they heart

D game, not the click you on a star

Cause when it's going man we going

All gas, no slow, pause brass, now howing

These niggas ain't knowing

And I'm learn them, pour heat nigga burning

Run before you talking and this bizness don't concern him

So mind yours and get your mind knocked up

8 deep until these 9's pop out

And got to pop back, guns go off

Shoot off, shoot second

Whoever left, we can talk, wassup

Hard bases off, I got a gun on me

Unless your ass is bulletproof you better run from me

Throwing rounds on that thing will do you bad homie

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

Click, you better no jam on me,

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

Click, you better no jam on me,

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

... down the bliss and we be dissing just like Rudolph

G 36 on my hip when it's a shoot off

I'm flier than a g6 on the runway bout to take off

Pistol on my hip, you better think twice before you take off

I'm gunning for your boss so pay the cost, you took the loss

That's the price you pay when you fucking with a real nigga

Keep a pistol on my side like police to kill niggas

No normal bro, I only fuck with real niggas

Tiny... locked up but his name's still ranging

Them niggas carry pistol but we don't hear no banging

Be careful when you in the streets and walk what you claiming

Nigga go act shit when they out here hanging

Unload, reload, chopper make the niggas fall

Niggas know, nicky... bitches know my heart is cold

Heat niggas sucker freeze and probably make his body froze

Make a bitch a little weezy like she born in holygroove

Hard bases off, I got a gun on me

Unless your ass is bulletproof you better run from me

Throwing rounds on that thing will do you bad homie

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

Click, you better no jam on me,

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

Click, you better no jam on me,

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

Get your girl she ain't acting right

She don't know me, but she'll blow me for some bragging rights

Cause I'm known for hanging with rich niggas

Busting bands and banging on bitch niggas

Ah, way sicker than the dude she with

Fly creeping on my 501 and Gucci shit

She get a little scared when the Uzzi kick like

Get used to it!

That's the bizz when you riding with a real nigga

We ain't hiding from no problems, we gonn' deal with them

Hold the niggas I grew up with, I'm still with them

Get them inside the club, but I'm still with them

Ain't no suckers getting in with us

... only came to fuck a nigga up

Fuck with me and I'ma show you how a mobster do

In the paint till they free...

Hard bases off, I got a gun on me

Unless your ass is bulletproof you better run from me

Throwing rounds on that thing will do you bad homie

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

Click, you better no jam on me,

And this motherfucker better not jam on me

Click, you better no jam on me,

And this motherfucker better not jam on me