JR Writer

Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em Grill em, grill em, don't stop This that get em sound, this that get

Uh, riot pump, riot pump Uh, riot pump Uh, let's get this shit crackin' man Yo [Verse 1:] This that gun in the spine (spine) This that one of a kind (kind) This that get out the way, straight to the front of the line If they front on the line, then p

Intro: J.R. Writeruhh chyea dipset, swisha house my man paul wall, jr writers definitely in the building yall lets bounce, bounce Verse 1: J.R. Writerim from the party to the lobby to the lobby with the pump listen papi u aint gotti get the shotty if

[J.R. Talks] Uhh, Chea. I done climbed from up under the rock (uhh huh) Did my hundred miles and runnin Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail (Chea) [Verse] Yo listen scrap, zip ya trap, You lookin at a honorary (Diplomat) I did this crap from chicken