Family Affairs (feat. Murka)

Let's get it crunk up on Have fun up on, up in this dancery We got ya'll open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration Holleration in this dancery Let's get it percolatin', while you're waitin' So just dance for me I just served a Jit an eight the stupid bitch thought he was laced If you speakin' on my name, that's on the gang, you gettin' face Man, who that is over there? I'm tryna see what he about Since, you wanna run your mouth, we just gon' pop out to your house These niggas know my flow's too crucial, crop him out, I'm tryna do you He got a gun, but ain't gon' shoot it, takin' that shit, you better not lose it Okay, it's JoJo on the beat, don't even reach, cause I'm a teach I'ma leave your ass deceased and that's on me, you gon' be sleep Like where you at? I'm tryna catch his ass, no Pokemon Late night cruisin' with the guys, we ridin' in a stolen one Crackers on my dick, I swear that I ain't tellin' shit The way I'm chillin', counting racks, I know they madder than a bitch Nigga, alright, okay, you know I switched the flow I ain't tryna talk bout shit, hop out the ride and swang the door You would think that I'm Hawaiian, way I hit him with the punch I'm tryna catch his ass on lunch I just served a Jit an eight the stupid bitch, thought he was laced If he's speakin' on my name, that's on the gang, he gettin' faced Who that is over there? I'm tryna see what he about Since you wanna run your mouth, we just gon' pop up to your house These niggas know my flow's too crucial, crop him out, I'm tryna do you He got a gun, but ain't gon' shoot it, taking' that shit, you better not lose it Okay, it's Jojo on the beat, don't even reach, cause I'ma teach I'ma leave your ass deceased and that's on me, you gon' be sleep He said that he want war with us, I said that that's a bet Probably go n call my hitta tell em hit him with the tec, When I walk into the room, I only look for my respect Try to f*ck with Murka, choppa put a hickey on his neck I'm a family guy, I'm like Quagmire with the hoes Before I worry about a bitch, I gotta worry about my pole My ARP be the biggest demon, tryna take a nigga's soul I be like, who that nigga is? We finna get that nigga gone Swear to God that Murka pussy told lil JoJo, get the drop Hit him with the F&N, I don't wanna use the Glock And you standin' on all 10 if you a Y up on this block Mug arouns me like you crazy swear to god you'll see a lot, ride me like he crazy, You would've thought I worked for Amazon, I put you in a box When we comin' through your door, we don't knock We tryna knock him out the picture like we tryna make a crop Choppa finna check a nigga like lil Murka was a doc I just served a Jit an eight the stupid bitch, thought he was laced If he's speakin' on my name, that's on the gang, he gettin' faced Like who that is over there? I'm tryna see what he about Since you wanna run your mouth, we just gon' pop out to your house These niggas know my flow too crucial, crop him out, I'm tryna do you He got a gun, but ain't gon shoot it, taking that shit you better not lose it Okay, it's Jojo on the beat, don't even reach Cause I'ma teach y'all finna leave your ass deceased And that's on me, you gon' be sleep