Brooklyn Taylor - Jabar lyrics

[Verse 1] It's been a long time coming Like f** it, I couldn't bust it I would if I could The block told me keep it pumping These n***as fronting Head off the pack They fumble it, I pick it up And 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 sh** subtle And I'll rebu*tal any statement that you utter Think you slick like bu*ter b**h, you lying like the government Lately y'all been on some other sh** So I'm on some throw this pipe bomb At yo baby mother's crib Shoot up the kitchen Watch her drop her baby Bullets hit her riblets And I still want you to pay me back in interest Gotta b**h out Grandy Park Move the coke out the Sentra Top b**h smuggle dope in a bucket of paint thinner My patience is growing thinner And every waking moment you playing with my dope Get yo grandmama choked up [Hook] (Hol' up) Twelve at the door Let me put the dope up (Hol' up) Twelve at the door Let me put the chrome up (Them n***as gone) Fiends at the door b**h pack the coke up (Hol' up) [Verse 2] And I know that I'm a dead n***a walking But if a n***a cross my path It'll be a dead n***a walking with me It's like the dark side be talking to me You hear that bark, that's the dog in me And the streets watching me So the .40 never departs from me And a b**h 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 And don't think I'm being funny b**h I'll do you like Christopher did Adriana Now they looking for your body like Jimmy Hoffa sh**, I bet that chart never sketch me Cause you know I got the Glock to protect me sh** got the answers any n***a test me And the Henny got me feeling like the dark possess me Said that sh** got the answers any n***a test me And the Henny got me feeling like the dark possess me [Hook] [Verse 3] Aye f** n***as is feeble Meek demeanor, I don't resemble ya weak mental I go to PETA with the mink on Ill skin ba** match my b**h pale skin tone You needing two-hundred and fifty I got the zips for Street knowledge, I thieve with demons and robbers You might see them sipping Vino with the mobsters I eat the veal with the pasta Pull of in a grey Boxter Make yo b**h s** me through the Bape boxers I did it my way like Sinatra The OG saying he's his pops son If I get locked up in the streets It'll be like the stocks plunged When n***as can't nab him, I'm like Viper in Top Gun I bite one arm off the body of a rap n***a Stuck the mack in the venue The bouncer didn't pat a n***a sh** I'm really in the field like Pat Tillman So on the contrilly, I really packs the mac mili