Jai Parker Ford lyrics

[Intro]
Bap, bap, bap
Grrt
Grrt
Free all the f*cking guys
Grrt

[Chorus]
I know the opps ain't doing well
SK just got sent to hell
I should say Jai Parker-Ford in case SK don't ring a bell
Know his mama f*ckin' p*ssed, her son's a b*tch and she could tell
Now the n*gga f*ckin dead cause he was dissing 28Ville

[Verse]
It's not okay he ain't did sh*t to us but diss the guys
He know deep down that we the reason why he stay inside
His steppers dead, in other words his pack is still alive
And all these n*ggas do is talk to b*tches, diss on live
Don't understand why n*ggas dissing then they run and hide
4s is popping out, lil' b*tch you better have your .9
He madе a track, that sh*t was wack, I'm tryna take his mind
And on my bro, he dissing 2Eight but nevеr slid to the sides
I never would've thought I had to walk 'round with a itchy
But these pussies tryna get me, so you know I got it with me
And if it's me and Dizz up on the block, he holdin' fifty
Baby girl, that's just my bid, I swear to God it's not a stiffy
Creep up, head tap, tryna take a n*gga hat
If he runnin' up on me I'm tryna leave a n*gga flat
Approach with caution but on bro, don't step without your gat
These n*ggas pus*y chasin' pus*y way before the racks
And n*ggas know, if it isn't a .9, it's .40
Creep up and it's one in the head, just let it blow
In the trap, couple racks and even dog, it’s just a snow
And f*ck apologies, we spin until he dead, can't let it go
n*ggas pus*y, he a rookie, clutch his hip without a pole
He can look, but if he step, we click the switch and hit his dome
I been through too much sh*t, so I can’t go and that’s on bro
And f*ck all of the opps, somebody's son can't make it home
[Chorus]
I know the opps ain't doing well
SK just got sent to hell
I should say Jai Parker-Ford in case SK don't ring a bell
Know his mama f*ckin' p*ssed, her son's a b*tch and she could tell
But now he's f*ckin dead cause he was dissing 28Ville

[Outro]
Long live the guys
Free Zi, free Sleeze
Free Glizz
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