JB1RD - One Last Time (feat. RØZAY) Lyrics

F*ck all that shit you talkin'
You got a problem?, meet me face to face nigga, f*ck you

Said I-Said I-Said I was gon' stop all that dissin, gotta do it one last time time
Niggas gettin' mad, I guess using freedom of speech is a crime
Shit, I guess I'm doin' time
Never would I have thought that your bitch ass would've slimed...out

F*ck you nigga, you really a clown
F*ck it, now I really have no f*ckin' doubt
I know you sent your homies to my house
Not sayin' any names, but hey, thank you for the clout

Prayin'-Prayin'-Prayin' on my downfall, like, nigga move around
Really think that you' the shit, but your a dog and I'm a hound
And if I catch them niggas they better get they ass up off the ground
And like my nigga Rozay said, "I'll be the last one to bounce"

I ain't pullin' out a stick, I'ma fight 'em like a man
But if they pull one out, I guess this shit gon' hit the fan
But little would they know that I got a better plan
All my niggas gonna slide, you better tell they ass to scram

Tell they-Tell they-Tell they ass to scram, I love to see 'em run
He can't get far runnin' from a drum gun
Hit him in his back, hit him in his ankle
Pussy nigga ran and now he fallin' with a cankle

I don't need a bitch, I don't need a nigga
But if we're talkin' cash, bitch, pull up with a zipper
If a nigga want the smoke then I'ma have to close it
Where my nigga JB1RD at?, let's roll it

Said I-Said I-Said I was gon' stop all that dissin, gotta do it one last time time
Niggas gettin' mad, I guess using freedom of speech is a crime
Shit, I guess I'm doin' time
Never would I have thought that your bitch ass would've slimed...out

F*ck you nigga, you really a clown
F*ck it, now I really have no f*ckin' doubt
I know you sent your homies to my house
Not sayin' any names, but hey, thank you for the clout

Tryna' pull me down, but a nigga is still standin'
Actin' like we cool, knowing damn well that was back then
I don't care about the fame, I let the money keep on stackin'
Come and talk your shit, I ain't a pussy we can scrap it

F*ck it, we can scrap it, we can take this shit outside
I'm wit' the big birds, we all f*ckin' fly
Better watch your f*ckin' limit, you know you don't want to die
But if you overstep, I'ma send you to the sky

Why these-Why these-Why these niggas talkin'?, why these niggas talkin'?
Where the f*ck Jay at, bitch let's walk 'em
I don't want to talk, I don't got the time
Keep the duct tape on the mouth, let's rhyme

Go, go, go and go get it
Pussy nigga talkin' shit, lil' bitch, I'm wit' it
And I don't give a f*ck, them niggas pulled up on Jay
I'm right behind them niggas, what the f*ck'd you say?

Don't choke on your words right now
I'm chillin' wit' the gang, bitch, we 'bout to pop out
And if you want to talk, bitch I'm poppin' out now
I seen y'all on the camera, bitch, I'm chillin' at your mommas house

We discussed this shit, we had to let this shit drop
This shit is too hot, to keep this shit up in the vault
I'm from Winston-Salem, baby, I'ma make 'em walk
F*ck that nigga, we takin' everything he bought

Big Rozay and JB1RD up in this bitch, put a beat on and now you got a JR mix
Coughin' on these niggas, makin' everybody sick
These niggas runnin' 'round, lookin' like some missin' chicks
Three niggas lurkin', but none of 'em got a dick