Lyrics Blade Brown – Black Jeep
Text:
Blade Brown:
I’m in a black jeep with one nigga
Sitting low we on a run nigga
This car can’t get spun nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
I’m in a black jeep with one nigga
Sitting low we on a run nigga
This car can’t get spun nigga
Got 63 grams and a gun nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
My nigga told me all he play in his whip is Bags And Boxes 2
He relate to that shit, move weight to that shit
He got Bags And Boxes too
Niggas know me still
And they know that I’m trill
And my Bags And Boxes true
Shout to my niggas on a come up
Getting their Bags And Boxes new
Bags And Boxes free
Finesse the plug and get Bags And Boxes free
This one’s for all of my G’s
If you’re talking bout that bitch
Fam I probably ran through her still
If you’re talking me and Skwilla
Fam we probably ran through a mil
Niggas say I’ve dumbed down my raps
I’ve dumbed down my raps
Fam I dump down these packs
Niggas dump down their straps
Then they run away and throw the gun away
Go this way, I go another way
I’ll tell the whole story in another day
I’m in a black jeep with one nigga
Sitting low we on a run nigga
This car can’t get spun nigga
Got 63 grams and a gun nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
I’m in a black jeep with one nigga
Sitting low we on a run nigga
This car can’t get spun nigga
Got 63 grams and a gun nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
Young Spray:
It’s all off my tongue
I’ve spent G’s with all of my guns
One three fifth, two four fours
Got a couple nines, a man could get bun
Tell them boy better run
Boy better know that I buss my gun
Last time that the barrel spun
Rest In Peace, cause a life got done
Trapping ain’t dead
Blud it ain’t music that brought my bread
Treated revolver filled with lead
Give me a brick off the gut instead
Boxes and bags
I’m in the telly, fucking them slags
What, no condom, I’m fucking her rags
In quick, whilst I’m popping them tags
Look, I’m a G, I swear down
Said you want a G, well I’m here now
Don’t be scared now
Talk is cheap, I don’t fear clowns
Young Spray and Blade Brown
We’re G’s, we don’t play around
Blud we spray around
I’ll bring the AK around
Fuck Tom Ford
Bullets will fly like Concorde
Some got shot and some bored
I only felt sorry for their mum, Lord
With the gun I saw
Look how much rahtid blood I poured
Look what you started, gone and caused
Now you’re gonna get clapped, round of applause
Blade Brown:
I’m in a black jeep with one nigga
Sitting low we on a run nigga
This car can’t get spun nigga
Got 63 grams and a gun nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
I’m in a black jeep with one nigga
Sitting low we on a run nigga
This car can’t get spun nigga
Got 63 grams and a gun nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
This trap shit just roll off my tongue nigga
