Kodak Black & Jackboy “G To The A” (Tee Grizzley Remix) (WSHH Exclusive – Official Music Video)

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1. 2025

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2. I swear his song was in 2015

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3. Beef themselve on the same track , these two are legends

   [Verse 1: Jackboy]
   Off top, chargin’ extra for a rock
   Finessin’ all I know, that’s how I grew up on my block
   How you think I filled my shoebox up with knots?
   Was thuggin’ on the block, I ain’t wanna punch a clock
   I was gettin’ bands while ya mans was gettin’ hot
   Sold my .22, he the reason I bought the Glock
   Pop, one false move ya get shot
   Catch me slippin’, going with a smile like I’m Pac
   Just want a bone, I’m a dog, nah I’m a beast
   ‘Cause when I drop this dick, bet you tear up the sheets
   ‘Cause when I drop this dick, bet you come back for more
   I’ma come back ’til you suck me ’til ya throat sore
   Aye, aye, aye ho nigga
   Might just make you my bae
   Just playin’ hoe, come let me nut in yo’ face
   Nigga play with me I’ma knock off his face
   Call Draco and Tae, they gon’ let that bih spray
   Gang, snipe ’em, bang bang
   No drive-by, this personal, hit you close range
   If we really beefin’ why you put it on the ‘Gram
   If we really beefin’ why you ain’t thinkin’ ’bout ya man, or ya fam
   Can’t catch you, they gettin’ blammed
   Easy to touch you, I don’t gotta use my hands
   Easy to touch you nigga when you got them bands
   Nigga be hatin’, lowkey he just a fan
   On my block with the Glock, run down on a opp
   Was a jit when they tried me, try me now they gettin’ shot
   Anybody try me now, on God they gettin’ popped
   Fuck nigga run up, swear yo’ life gettin’ robbed
   Make a pussy nigga wish he went and got a job
   Hit his ass with that rara, I’m a shotta
   Free smoke, no ganja, Mad Max ya
   Re-rock ya for actin’, deserve a Oscar, boy ya fake
   Real fragile, they be quick to break
   Turnin’ state, they jump on ya case, trap you in the gates
   I know niggas doing time who ain’t got release dates
   Spendin’ most of their time plottin’ on a great escape
   Niggas hate, guess all the loyalty been misplaced
   This not a race but I chase the cake like I can’t wait
   No more dirt where I lay, so I stay outta state
   I ain’t tryna rack out so I stay out the way
   From the draco to the .40 put respect on it
   Aimin’ at his head, he might have a vest on him
   I’m from the Noya where a donk sit on Forgis
   Ya gotta keep a .30 if ya ballin’ like Curry
   Sippin’ lean, it got my vision blurry
   Sippin’ lean, got me movin’ like a zombie
   Got me reminiscin’ when they tried to hide me
   Throw away the key so they can’t find me

   [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
   Yeah I’m on my grimace, mezanmi
   Let the Glock pop and I pop molly
   Stopped sellin’ rocks cause I love robbing
   Whole life you been on the block grinding
   Yeah, you just wanna pop free molly
   That’s the only reason you ’round me
   No, you cannot get on my IG
   This a selfie, stop tryna get by me
   Let me out the cage, now I’m in ya broad jaw
   Cool cat, I’m a mut, I’m a raw dog
   I know all you niggas thinkin’ I’ma fall off
   I just took a lil’ break, y’all need to calm down
   We be strapped in ya city like it’s our town
   In the field, straight fonk a nigga outta bounds
   How you snap a play then call timeout
   Blitz ya runnin’ back, knock the whole line out
   Yeah, once the pressure on, you can’t call off
   Nigga hopped on the phone and brought the cops out
   I don’t sell drugs so I don’t come out
   I’m posted in the cut with the sawed off
   12 gauge on me, I ain’t pump fakin’
   I’ma serve foolie like the lunch lady
   I ain’t catch ’em dancin’ in the cut lately
   Trust me, I ain’t come to throw no ones baby
   I’ma dump when the thump make ya jump, shake it
   Grab the pole, strip a fuck nigga butt naked
   And you ridin’ police escort safety
   I was in the gym, now I got court cases
   Nah, you don’t want beef, you don’t want ham
   Nah, you don’t want me, you don’t want nan
   You don’t ya whole meat knocked off ya cranium
   Leave a nigga swiss cheese, rat terminatin’ ’em

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