Medgun - Jlotti Jackin OA

★ intro: medgun ★
Graa, graa, boom
This nigga jlotti he jackin’ oa
Graa, graa, graa, that nigga jlotti he jackin’ oa

★ chorus: medgun ★
This nigga jlotti he jackin’ oa
Like what really made you stop jackin’ my gang?
B-bend through the sev and i’m testin’ my aim
I’m finna go to jlotti, and do a ukraine
Oh, he jack my set k? i ain’t jackin’ that
Got a big 20 rounds, yeah i’m packin’ that
Nigga keep talkin’ i’ma get to clappin’ that
And these niggas just know i move tact and i
Keep me a 9, on bro i’ma black
He don’t even know that the beam on his back
The opps outside, so why would i lack?
If the nigga on my block i’ma throw him a map

★ verse 1: lil cj ★
Jlotti, why you dissin’
Suck my dick nigga uppin’ the smithen
Talkin’ on bro then i’ma start clickin’
Pull out the pole then you run like a chicken
Nigga keep talkin’ but he know he ain’t like that
Don’t duck, don’t run, nigga you better fight back
I just keep talkin’ don’t know where my knife at
He just keep talkin’ don’t know where his life at
You know we gon’ sweep ‘em
See that lil nigga, you know we gon’ sleep ‘em
Shootin’ the sev, you know we gon’ bleed ‘em
Jlotti’s dead’s, we smoke ‘em, we keep ‘em
Why does this nigga keep talkin? he shot
Oyk, i jack notti bop
Fuck all the opps, fuck all the cops
Fuck jlotti, that nigga popped

★ chorus: medgun ★
This nigga jlotti he jackin’ oa
Like what really made you stop jackin’ my gang?
B-bend through the sev and i’m testin’ my aim
I’m finna go to jlotti, and do a ukraine
Oh, he jack my set k? i ain’t jackin’ that
Got a big 20 rounds, yeah i’m packin’ that
Nigga keep talkin’ i’ma get to clappin’ that
And these niggas just know i move tact and i
Keep me a 9, on bro i’ma black
He don’t even know that the beam on his back
The opps outside, so why would i lack?
If the nigga on my block i’ma throw him a map

★ verse 2: medgun ★
Jlotti keep dissin, put ‘em in a box
On gang, that nigga really think he box
If he keep on talkin’ i’ma pick his lock
And i cannot wait ‘til i catch me a flock
And yeah, on bro, i was doin’ that bop
If i see me a opp then, i’m clutchin’ my knock
Niggas say i’m the feds, but i’ll never be cop
Niggas say they gon’ snitch, but i’ll never be caught
And i’m tired of niggas that’s smokin’ gpop, (graa, graa)
So i’m finna just go smoke on diddy
All of them niggas, they chattin’ inside
And they know i’m on that, i ain’t showin no pity

★ chorus: medgun ★
This nigga jlotti he jackin’ oa
Like what really made you stop jackin’ my gang?
B-bend through the sev and i’m testin’ my aim
I’m finna go to jlotti, and do a ukraine
This nigga jlotti he jackin’ oa
Like what really made you stop jackin’ my gang?
B-bend through the sev and i’m testin’ my aim
I’m finna go to jlotti, and do a ukraine
Oh, he jack my set k? i ain’t jackin’ that
Got a big 20 rounds, yeah i’m packin’ that
Nigga keep talkin’ i’ma get to clappin’ that
And these niggas just know i move tact and i
Keep me a 9, on bro i’ma black
He don’t even know that the beam on his back
The opps outside, so why would i lack?
If the nigga on my block i’ma throw him a map