Be Back Soon Lyrics – Jay5ive

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[Part 1]

[Verse]
When I get in that street, he better move
He better start using his head and move cautious
This not a deuce, it’s the beam on a Taurus
“150” what? n!ggas bending through Courtlandt
Notti got poked and n!ggas ain’t do s*it
OYK n!ggas keep taking losses
It’s not a gun that I touched I ain’t toss it
Someone tell Jack to get back on his bulls*it
Woo n!ggas running, I’m getting exhausted
How they keep running? I’m tired of giving warnings
Free the Sweeps, free the slimes, like we been kicking doors in
Shots getting thrown at like 2 in the morning
I was out shooting, they wasn’t performing
Gave her the broom, said she love me, she lost it
Kick me a Chevy and watch how I sauce it
Head to your P’s looking for * * *, yeah I’m on ’em
I’m with the 8’s tryna boom at a Flocka
“Osama” what? we smoke Notti Osama
How many shot tryna mention G Poppa?
They mentioning Nay so we smoking his father
We was in Lincoln, looking for Benzo
Couple days later, he mixed with the grabba
We on the Woo, like where Mikey been though?
When I see lil’ Mikey, I thought that I got one
M Row keep on running but he keep on dissing
He keep on capping and you n!ggas listen
He said when he see me he gonna throw 50
But you had to chance to throw one and you didn’t
I ain’t never heard about 5ive on no Rick s*it
Anytime you with 5ive, n!ggas say that I clicked it
Anytime when I ran when the D’s on my pivot
And I ain’t even run, that’s why I’m in the system
Bending through blocks, word to bro, tryna spark ’em
Grinch like I don’t got a dollar, I’m starving

10 blocks * * *, we was bugging in Harlem
Hundo, Drew, St. Nick, park ’em
Said he did what to a Sweep? Talking nonsense
Spin back to back, word to bro, not a problem
If a broom getting upped, better think about dodging
We pulling up to his block tryna drop him
N!ggas get locked, start changing they set
The only thing that I ever threw up was the Jet
Flying that s*it while I’m bending through Lex’
Naz in the cell, getting calls from collect
Dot got booked, I ain’t know how to feel
GB, I miss him a lot, on the deads
Free Dae Hound, word to bro, he keep bugging
All my guys either snapped, on the rock or the feds
Free Chunky B, n!ggas know he the threat
Free Jay Blitz, doing time for attempts
Free lil’ Mini, I love him a lot
He tell me the days go faster off the steps
Like, I tell that b!tch, I ain’t nothing like her ex
Big Deadgame when I bend through they ‘jects
Give a fu*k ’bout some Mike’s, I’d rather wear a Tech
Number 5 on the floor, somebody call the tech
Midnite, KT, Gutta, Rexk
E with the Dot put the dot to his head
Deady ain’t none but another one dead
Throw up the Blazer and watch how I get
Metri, Kodak, Ye, love ’em
But they know the move if I run into Sesh
Like, b!tch, I’m a hound, take a pup to a vet
Like, she only want me ’cause she heard I’m-

[Outro]
Sweepers, word to my deads, n!gga
Free the bros n!gga, n!ggas know how I get, word to my deads

[Part 2]

[Verse 1]
N!ggas claim that they getting active ’til them n!ggas run into a fu*king Sweep
Brodie fu*king shot a couple n!ggas, I can’t name a time he ever used a beam
Unknown n!ggas tryna make a name, they tryna spin my block, won’t see the fu*king G
Up the block we really causing pain, n!gga * * * he ran and hit the fu*king V
I been lately tryna bend on n!ggas, tryna purge on n!ggas, get another Ski
I ain’t never need a fu*king block, don’t need a fu*king gang, don’t need a fu*king team
I be really thinking bout the times we was spinning blocks, me and Chunky B
I was really tryna shoot a n!gga, that was way before I had * * * on me
But fu*k that, like I don’t need a passport
Ain’t no beef, Michael Rowe n!gga mad soft
We invading they block like a task force
I got a habit of not hearing “Pass off”
They get to running, they hear that the gat off
I’m like a dyke, pulling up, let the strap off
I don’t give a fu*k if I don’t got my mask on
‘Cause the drills that I got, had my mask off
Ldot shoulda stuck to the [bas’ball?]
That n!gga dead, he could not make a last call
And lil’ bro tryna aim for the backboards
Tell lil’ bro if he flick, knock his cap off
I get to flickin and spinning, go mad hard
I be with apes like this s*it Madagascar
This ain’t a stoley, yeah, this just a fast car
N!ggas look like the D’s when we pull out this black car
Go skrrt, that n!gga yelling out “Ahhh!”
N!gga got shot, he was yelling out “Pahh!”
We was in Hamilton, looking for Bosch
When n!ggas hit Eli, we thought that he died
Brazy got shot, like how he a live?
Ron Sleez shot, why he not with his guys?
KT, bullet, Gotz2go fried
Maybach, go and back for your shhhh
Go get back for that last one
* * *, ripped ’em, he caught a bad one
Every shot that I threw, I was tryna pack one
Every gun that I touched, I promised I’ll blast one
Mikey Rowe ran, he ain’t pulled a fast one
* * * did bad, * * * the damn gun
Drako came home and I had my handgun
MCFK, I was tryna blam some

[Interlude]
MCFK, n!gga
I be doin the most
Word to my deads, getting hit with this s*it
Doing the most
We got a foreign, three blicks in this s*it
Doing the most
We tryna do him like Rip in this

[Bridge]
Rippy, Nazzy, Diddy, Bobby
Ldot, Shaka, Notti, Dotty
Coolie, Gutta, KT, Gotti
Benzo, spliffed him, new opp bodied
Grab a pole and do it like this
I call it the Mel
E with the Dot, he did it like this
Baow baow, put the gun to himself
OYK, just do it like this
Two pokies, do him like Notti
Look to the side and look for your brother
DD, your lil’ brother crying for help
I cannot be like Blockwork
They would never say that Jay5ive tell
Dudey, he missing his pops
He missing E with the Dot, both of them n!ggas shelf
Ahhh! Mel
Wasca, y’all lost him as well
Bad Day, he did a million views for the lies that that n!gga was telling himself
Bad day, when I seen lil’ Mikey Rowe, on bro I was throwing and Drako, he fell
That way, that’s where them fu*k n!ggas go, like I’m tryna flick when I climb over rails