UKRAINE 2 (Let Me Talk Afro Drill Mix) - Jay Hound, Slimenese, Jay5ive & Piff Marti
@PiffMarti
Unofficial Version. I just really like this song.
[Intro]
Slimenese
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Bro, hold on, let me talk
Like, bro movin' stiff when he walk
I'm too tact, got the G on my--
Like, I'm too tact, got the G, I'm in court
On the E-way, put it in sport
Bro press the gas and get low from the law
Wizard on court, I be ballin' like--
I'm a wizard on court, I be ballin like Wall
Toting' on Stacy, she a lil' small
But I bet if I shoot, hollows break through the--
Hollows break through the door
Turned shit that I do that you cannot afford
[Verse 1: Jay Hound]
I'm killin' niggas, No Klu Klux K'
Bro caught a tag and watch him do the--
Cashed out on a webster, so many blues in my pocket
They think that I be workin' at Chase
Flock somethin', might fly to Ukrainе
Chase down, bro keep tellin' me wait
I saw a groupiе, gave her a number
She said it was wrong, I think I made a mistake
[Verse 2: Jay5ive]
Heartbroken, I'm not in pain
I threw a hit, and then I'm right out to Maine
Too deady, done off the Caine
I keep smokin' Notti, might fuck with my brain
She asking, "5ive, you okay?"
Like, I do not get what you is tryna say
Are you done, or is you my bae?
Manipulated, guess I'm who to blame
I don't get this picture you tryna to paint
Now you with your friends and you start acting strange
I don't want to tell you I love you, when you fuck me over, and send me back right to the rain
She a baddie, that's what I gain
I can't see your tats through these Cartier frames
I'm in Cali', I'm with the gang
I wish I could go back way before you changed
[Verse 3: Piff Marti]
Loading up the drake no champagne pap
Talking bout money I came for the
Now shawty staring at me so I’ll stay for the wap
But her man low-key making it hot
Thinking that you better boy you laced or you high
Like I don’t play games this aint playstation 5
I don’t know why you taking your time
2024 bitch im making it mine
Bitch going up while they on the way down
Met shawty she was tryna play found
Swear her shit bus I ain’t talking grey
Like swear her shit bus I ain’t talking greyhound
For my brudda I don’t ever play round
Bitch im too tact like my nigga Jay
Swear to god I break bread for let it break down
Don’t do the same I don’t know your fate now
[Chorus: Jay Hound]
Bro, hold on, let me talk
Like, bro movin' stiff when he walk
I'm too tact, got the G on my--
Like, I'm too tact, got the G, I'm in court
On the E-way, put it in sport
Bro press the gas and get low from the law
Wizard on court, I be ballin' like--
I'm a wizard on court, I be ballin like Wall
Toting' on Stacy, she a lil' small
But I bet if I shoot hollows break through the--
Hollows break through the door
Turned shit that I do that you cannot afford