Letra de ' Jaw! (feat. XINCLAIR) ' de Gun Boi Kaz

(Steady always talking out your jaw)
How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war

Something illegal in my bag got me flying up to Saturn
Said she got a mans baby that don't even matter
Said she wanna be my wifey, but my bitch badder
Hundred on the dashboard, yeah I hope this ain't my last turn
Swervin' out, shoot 'em down, you don't want the smoke
Bad bitch turn around, keep it on the low
Silly thot, she a opp, can't fuck with a hoe
Pussy thought he had a chance, put it through his dome
Ay your bitch my biggest fan, said that I'ma be a star, huh
Baby tell me something that I don't know, yah
I'm a real big drippa, and she think that I'm hard
But maybe it's the way that I stole her heart

How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war, woah

Ayy we gon' go to war like it's call of duty
Fuck her once then I leave 'cause that bitch a groupie
Shawty like a actress the way we making movies
Ain't got room in the whip this right here a two seat
I'ma slide to the crib like my name was toosie
FL for the diamonds that's a real beauty
Shawty is a eater she do it for the Louis
I'm the judge of this shit and I ain't talking judy
I'ma smash that, blunts we gon pass that
Coutin' up the paper you would swear this shit was math class
Feeling like I'm Steve O, she said I'm a jackass
Run up on me treat you like a bitch I'm gonna clap that

How you steady always talking out your jaw
Swing the addy I'ma pop out where you are
Popped a pillie, took a turn, and missed your call
Fuck your feelings baby I can't get involved
Big gas, butterflies on the car
Caught you slipping, I might have to break your heart
Lay em out show 'em how to see the stars
Man down, all my dawgs go to war