Flying kites

Aint Coming Back Hq

Dez x Jake Baxter - Yo city to my city(Prod. Smittyboibeatz)

@505boyz

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They gon front on the way u are
Cant talk bout the way u write
Wit they friends they gone burn ur call
When you come around they gon raise they lighter
psycho wanna bitcho style
Shadows lurk when they cut the lights off
Just make sure that when they buy your vinyl
They gon sign you

Jersey kidd Witta verse he Lit Controversy is
That I'm nervous bitch never
Run my trap map wita mac and a Combat axe to the back Anna beretta 
Sign my contracts wita black feather ink Dime bag in my trap pounds down center
You gon talk yo shit i sound better
Me and Soldier Kidd Raising to another level
I been coming for the fetti
Listening to maxo 5200 ways
Gotta boo by the bay
22. In my room Issa tool for the fools who ain't true to the game
Then I pull for the fade
When I shoot
Hitta 3
triple x yes we the best in the beast coast
Blowing weed smoke wita preroll
coming out my lungs iount need thos
Kief on sea saw

I told my ma I'd make it out our house and so I did
Been Florida twice no license so I took a jet
I been focused on my life I ain't hearing shit
I thought I'd shed a lil light but now I'm hella lit

Feeling myself might just fuck on your bitch
Ima real in my wealth cause she lovin my hook like a fish
In kitchen whipping flipping bricks
Now I'm chipping shippin shit n making decisions
We started from the bottom
Got it by the bottle
slide another models cloths up off her body
Lucky like the lotto spraying fully auto
Biggie shit who shot yah, Chicks in lenciaga
Bae jus call me daddy no I'm not your father
Tweaking on the Addy roll another dollar
Why you so dramatic talkin bout a gunna finna pull it on me let me put my bun up
Foolish now you running from me mufuka
YoemanCrew is an influence doin numbers
We the truest shit is proven ain't no other
Watch me do it when I do it for my brothers

[CHORUS]

(Soldier Kidd verse)@505boyz 2:12 - 3:05
How you front like I ain't a star
All of my niggas go monkey on bars
I jus be thuggin an talkin to god
Spit on these tracks an I talk wit my heart
Niggas get back how I'm totin my rod
I getta sack an I split wit my dawgs
Niggas be fronting like they really rock
You run from niggas, I run from the cops
Thought we was fuckin I jus got the top
Thought we was bud, but the nigga got popped 
Shit could get hectic, you know I'm ready
You know I'm steppin, what is you reppin
Fuck all the money cause that be the fetti
They wanna sign me I need all the bready
Niggas be funny, this shit could get deadly
Yeah I said it, I Dont regret it
We Da Gang, B-B-Be Da Gang
We Could Neva Be Da Same
In this thang like pootie tang
Whipping, need to get a wraith
Bang bang, I pull up on lil Rey Rey
All my niggas slanging K K
Yous a Stevie, you cant see me
Talking strapped, but ain't no, B B
Who you are, I'm the one
Stolo car, wit my son
I'm the star, yall my sons
I'm to far I'm on the run
You niggas flawed dont get no funds
I'm in the sky you gotta jump
Why yo bri tryna huh
You gone die cause I'm gone buss

[CHORUS]

Florida my partners, We Coming for the top bitch cough it up
Rock glock stop fire shots,If I get hit twice got armor tho
Bae u nice lemme change ur life one night imma show u my carter flow
Pay your price when I put amilli onna millimetter but their aint no alter tho

Watchu pop bitch thats fentanyl
Blingin out a pinky ring from my nana
Funny how there aint a thing in my bank account
Money never been a thing when i get some
I aint finna change a bit jake blazin splffs
Spitin hard For days and my accadance is 
Gonna raise the bar been the greatest since
KRS n PAC BIG n JADA KISS
I done prayed a lot, I done hit a liq
Got no key for car, So im breakin in
Iount need the law, i can handle shit
Move a key along, Of the candle stick
And This lit jit got the mic inna pistol grip
and bet their ain't no safety click
Pardon it's my shift garden states my bitch
All I ever been wazza fuckin Jerzey Kidd shiett

(Prod. RocknRolandRecords / Beat By. StashBokz)

JERZEYKIDD (Ft. SoldierKidd)

First off dog welcome home Kodak
recorded shit wit Soldier Word to Koly when I go back
Me and joey in the Noya we ain't folding wit the BlowBack
Fucking different bitches then we showem where the door at
Thought yall know dat
x2

Mossberg 590 Gotta pump it to reload it
Jus a shogun wita shotty, I'm Pac’inem when I pull it
Different blunts in each pocket, yah we be rocking color coded
Think that booty in auto pilot, she riding while she smokin
Inna jaqoozy she boogie And kiss her friend if I tell her too
She do it dude I'm telling you, Elevate getta better view
A better bed so better give better head than tha others do
Mothers too, Hide your mother
I'm the motherfucker who's
Gone roll up on your block, and then blocka under the covers dude
I love my haters dont even cater to those who's loving you
Puff or two
Shuving a nug in a blunt like skaters do
A faded few, who imma carry wit care in my cherry coupe
Yall make it easy for bake to take the cake, So I'll order two
A multitude of homies gon hold me if police wanted to
Mobile homes apartments, the Cartels gon be who guard me
you wont get a foot on my office carpet, yah they escorting you
Outta my house, The 40 cal. In your mouth
I'm putting profit in my pocket Selling pounds of tha loud
What's all the blabbing about?
Forgot the gats in your mouth, I'm like a doctor when I pop yah blow your cavities out
Oh no the Power went out, We letting cowards in now?
I guess the rape is less important than your salary count
I guess Kanons not as down as he was talking about
50 made a song wit 69, Wheres all the Power at now?
Let's get the calvary out, My vest renown to rebound all the rounds you pound at me homie
My home is bound to retal-iate
The basement where youl stay, Get froze awake but just smile
I'll take a picture of your face, Updatecha face book account
N Now she tweaking about yah, Your momma tweeting about yah
Got the preacher, white Tshirts, I'm just asleep on the couch
Hear you screaming that your hungry, wont u please keep it down
Flip a backwood atchur feet, that's what youl eat for a while
OG Dawg, Stomp in AirforceOnes when I strut
Cocina, in the kitchen whip a brick shit gon bump
Dollar 50 for a feature, get wit me of u wanna get roasted coast to coast was bullshit, Shit was rigged and they know it
Imma shit on all those kids and then go piss in your syrup
I put content in my lyrics, they just missing they girl
But these judge dont wanna hear that they jus missing the words
They'd rather me spit popping pills than the tragedies of the world
Onna balcony by the Burban, A Falcon hes by the birds
Smoking Salvia leave the earth, I'm about to become a serpant
Surrounded but I'm alert, To the factors that can accur
If I'm counting on others, to do the work that I be deserving
“Affirmative” in my verses, Imperfect I came to learn it, n No curving but I been swerving, I'm sure the deterers turrets, Cant purge in my current surface
The dirt overheard your version of the story So sorry but purgatorys where your lurking boy
I got paranoia, We sending shots where you loiter
Smoking pot offa coil, Let's bring the pot to a boil
I brought the shit to the toilet, I catch that bitch if she toying wit me
I tried to avoid it, But Her side boy is annoying to me
Went from Qs to Ps
Then a Ki from a boat on the beach
Just to prove to u fucks a normal dude can go ball if you please
We posted inna cutless, Finna bust if he talking to me
None Yall fuckas doin somthing
"Yung Nothing" ain't touching on me

1st off dog welcome home Kodak
recorded shit wit soldier
Word to kolyi when I go back
Me and joey in the Noya we ain't folding wit the BlowBack
Fucking different bitches then we showem where the door at
Thought yall know dat

(Prod. RocknRolandRecords / Beat by. FalconeBeats)

JERZEYKIDD (Ft. SoldierKidd)

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