JAKEB - NEVER GON TALK (Official Music Video)

NEVER GON TALK Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6F0FFv... LYRICS They think that they the best so imma go and humble that Chevy lurkin, have to go shoot me a couple rats Tuckin the glock inside my coat I spray that s**t out with double tap B**ch you flirtin with me by lookin at my post and double tap Yuh You wanna talk But never gon talk Can't get out my head, can't not look at my phone B**ch deep down, with a wound to the bone With a .50 stuck into yo mouth and the lead give a dose Whole team down, never stoop that low 3.5 go down till i can't count Give me head till they choke If you can't catch the flow, then why do you look all up at my page I'm giving a testimony, said he ain't do it but know who put him in the grave I'll lie to my death, I know what I'm worth, I can choose when I get some Look at Medusa, turn you to a dead stone Showin no effort when writing my best, catching big game, body lookin like redstone B**ch, what I'm supposed to do Don't f**k with the likes of you They still be living in the past And mentioning all the f**k ups that I used to do We kill em all in the attack, we ain't finna lose to you The one that be dead gon be dead as a fool B**ch yuh Pull up and cut on my wrist, ya dig I shoot up the party with blicks, ya dig With carny gang up on the track I'm cookin anotha mothaf***in hit, ya dig We making a sweet escape out the bank You can't take the heat, then get out the kitchen You think s**t is sweet, the choppa gon bang Now you finna listen, b***h Leave them bloody, beating those who lie like a b**ch Give a bag to some hoes knowing I like em thick Couple rags on my body, now we lavish and rich I put the tag onna toe, we spinnin back if you live If you f***in with the gang, then you f***in with me b**ch Messing with the J A K E B b**ch Mothaf***a, they hate to see me b**ch Pull up in the two seat, tryna be me b**ch Gonna get a bullet down in they throat Got 5 bands, imma spend it on hoes Wouldn't let me go, so I got the glock loose Target on lock, and the cross on you, b**ch You on my mind with my candle up They stupid talking smack Now go and asking me where the love Infact this b**ch a one out of a ten like son What the f**k you had done I'm gonna get them hung Body gon spill with blood Getting so high, I touch the sun I'm gonna grab me the gun Take out the blade and lunge Look at them run Carny gon loot the mon' .40 in the mothaf***in face, I'm finna teach you sum Yuh You wanna talk But never gon talk Can't get out my head, can't not look at my phone B**ch deep down, with a wound to the bone With a .50 stuck into yo mouth and the lead give a dose Whole team down, never stoop that low 3.5 go down till i can't count Give me head till they choke