AJ Tracey - Animal Abuse Lyrics

[Jay Amo:]
Me and AJ in the cut
Still getting them loud packs in
JD and breezer on deck
But I ain't bring no slags in
They claim they trap in the bando
But they ain't getting no racks in
Man's making dough, man, I move on my own
Never got no thanking
Say, I ain't got time for these fuckboys
Ain't got time for these fuck niggas
Say, I ain't got time for these dumb slags
Ain't got time for these dumb bitches
I move low pizz, it ain't none of your bizz
Beef time, I'll cut niggas
Man snake man for the puss
So I really don't trust niggas
See, I trap in the bando
8-balling, come through with the rambo
White girls love my team, white girls love my team
When we're talking slang, though
Jook man twice in the face, won't buss case
But I ain't going in the can, though
Grove's where you might see man, piece of the plan
Off to the trap's where man go
I'm out here, midfield like Sandro
Shots calling all night so I slang crow
Cats dem love this cream
Cats dem love this cream so put me in a Lambo
Never gonna lack on road, man, I don't lack
Still got the fizz like Tango
[?] man ah get sting, you man are ling
Didn't wanna deal with the aggro

Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse
Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse
Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse
Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse

[AJ Tracey:]
Look, me and Jay Amm on the block
Just done a two and a blue
Thot ting sipping on Ciroc
Asked man "let me come through"
Came through, gave uck to the guys
Then she skrrr, vroom vroom
Food stays local, but it ain't at the block
Not in my room
Us man are eating well
You man are eating poom
I've got a badders that'll bad man
Ride dick pro and they're gonna keep schtum
They ain't saying no words
You man ain't done work, you just nerds
You don't fly no birds
But my niggas OT tryna grind those curbs
Us man break down birds
Chill with the birds and flirt
You man are real life nerds
None of you doing no work
Started from the bottom and it hurt
Now I'm in the whip and it turns
Free my bro in the can, soon home
And there's gonna be cash he can burn
I never said I was bad, but I don't box
You can get licked with the python
Dash like hyphen
Dem wet youts? Man don't like 'em
Still take man's wife and pipe 'em
Trap or grime beats, I ride 'em
J bags in Uggs, you wife 'em
Eight balls up field, I strike 'em

Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse
Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse
Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse
Chilling with a hoe, Jack Daniels in the boot
See, we're breaking down birds, call it animal abuse