I.L Will - Out That Jam lyrics

[Chorus: Mikey Dollaz] I got shooters in my section And he gon' need a blessin' if I shoot him with my weapon It's Chiraq what I'm reppin' And Ima' rep it well, money put up just to bail So I'll be out the jam tomorrow n***a(x2) It's Chiraq what I'm reppin' And Ima' rep it well. money put up just to bail [Verse 1: Mikey Dollaz] Got some n***as with me that be down to blow I be thirsty just to drill a ho Shootin' sh**, no camera though Phatts World where I rather go Got bond money, I be out the bam Taxin' n***as like Uncle Sam 30 popper, Ima' put him down The banger on me make no sound Got Black with me, Duck with me Send shots at his buck fifty Opp n***as can't f** with me When I sign, Ima' f** Nicki Shots fired, better duck quickly Can't love a b**h, no cuff in me k**in' sh**, no love in me n***as know they can't f** with me [Verse 2: FBG DUCK] I ain't really with the talkin', what the f** did you just say to me n***a? Better not play with me n***a, I stay with the Glock or the K with me n***a The Nina be beatin' the f** out of n***as that b**h a abuser You could get wiped with the mop, or get stretched with the ruler Most of these n***as my sons, lil' n***a I been grown n***as be sayin' we gettin' on, n***a we been on Now that he see his b**h gon', he wanna see fist thrown I'm throwin' these bullets until they hit everyone right in the end zone [Chorus] [Verse 3: I.L Will] I keep a Smith & Wesson Stacks up on my necklace Get brain like a professor Head shot, you need a blessin' Pop him if he flexin' Shooters in my section Bad b**hes I be s**in' f** 'em and forgot 'em 9 under my pillow All I know is yayo k** a instrumental More cheese than Alfredo Boy don't pa** me that reg-o I'm smokin' on that stank-o Got a foreign b**h she fuego She just flew in from Barbados [Verse 4: Billionaire Black] Spent a band on some Giuseppe Call myself b**h I'm a boss Clout God I am a heavy Got Wee's, O.G.'s, 30's with beams I'm flyer than a jet see Disrespect the gang, swear this sh** gon' get so hectic My shooters they so reckless I got money out the an*s Smokin' dope and drankin', fell in love with Ben Franklin I'm steady rollin' gas man you know this sh** stankin' 30's to his head, blow out every thing he thinkin' Them bullets get to rainin', gang! [Chorus]