Video Just A Lil Bit de Aj Honcho 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aj Honcho - Just A Lil Bit Lyrics

[Intro: TaTa & Jenn Carter]
Grahh, grahh (Don't fuckin' run)
Everything dead (Suck my dick, nigga)
41 shots to the head, like what? (Ahh, like what?)
Grahh, grahh, boom bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom bitch)
Yo YP, let 'em know it's Carter, dickhead
Everybody shot, nigga, everything dead (Honcho)

[Verse 1: TaTa & Jenn Carter]
He tried to run, and got hit by the rocket (What?)
They know my body, the knock on my body (The knock on my body, nigga)
I'm with KR, he rollin' up Dotty (Dotty)
Brodie might 'oot if you movin' too hotty (Suck my dick)
If I get locked, I'd never say a thing (Yo, Smallz, turn me up, grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
Big 41, I do it for my team (Everybody shot)
I told Jenn, "Bring the Jenny", she ready (She what?)
'Oot at the Lakers, 'bout to win a [?] ('Bout to win a what? Damn)
Ballin'—Ballin' on court like DeMar DeRozan (Damn)
I be buggin', I feel like I'm chosen (Grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
Your—Your dead in the air got me floatin' (Everybody shot)
And if I don't got the knocker, poke 'em
Get shot if you try to contest me (On bro)
On my body, she ball like a referee (Like a what?)
Got a bad lil' bitch, she from Tennessee
She on my dick, but she cannot get next to me
Caught in my thoughts, it be feelin' like prison (On what?)
I don't politic or politicians
Everything deady, twenty-twenty vision
Spin thru doley, don't need no assistance (Grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, boom, bitch)
I'm on court, McGrady on the pistons (Ahh)
If I say, "Get that nigga", we gon' get 'em
She wanna come around because I'm winnin' (Suck my dick)
Big 41, I ain't playin' with children (Everybody shot)
Shit gettin' wicked, invest in a gun (On what?)
Niggas know it's 2041
Put on a show with the beam on the drum
And I'm really a demon, I do this for fun
Better not run, I'ma dump that gun (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Dummy boy, don't trip, don't run (Everybody shot)
Thinkin' he tuff, but that nigga my son
And these niggas be talkin', they see me and run
Pass me the knocker, click that shit (Grahh, grahh)
Opp bitch, milk that bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Talk—Talkin' crazy, drill that bitch (No cap)
Tell Millz, "Chill, don't kill that bitch" (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Jay told me, "Chill", 'cause he know I go stupid (On bro)
Not a killer, but don't make me do it (Grahh, grahh)
Please don't run, two beams on the blick
Niggas be lying and capping in [?], bitch (Grahh, grahh, boom)
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Now I'm done being nice (Grahh, grahh)
Niggas is tweakin, I don't like to fight (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Everything dead like a K.O from Mike
And your bitch on my body, forgot I'm a dyke (Like what?)
Wa—Wasn't always grimey, bitches and niggas been doin' me slimey (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Now I'm a demon, please do not try me
Bitch, I do not miss you, so please do not write me, like (It's Carter, dickhead)
Everything dead, and it's over (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Fuckin' your bitch, make her sleep on the sofa (Gang, gang, gang)
And you niggas change up like the weather (Grahh, grahh)
Ain't talkin' conditions, but niggas bipolar (Grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, boom)
Why you movin' like niggas ain't help you when you was just broke and was beggin' for Waynes? (Gang, gang, gang, suck my dick)
Without me niggas won't know your name (Grahh)
I don't mean to sound cocky, but niggas insane
I'm so grimey, I cannot be tamed (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Bullets gon' hit him and rip thru his brains (Gang, gang, gang)
Like, me and TaTa gon' empty the clip
If it's opps in the spot, he gon' pass me the grips (Like, damn)
Like, like a doctor, I'm rippin' thru ligaments (Grahh, grahh)
RB behind me, my niggas is militant (Grahh, grahh, boom)
And you know we ain't hittin' no innocent
Bitch on my body, she movin' so vigorous (Gang, gang, gang)
They like, "Carter, you actin' so different" (Grahh, grahh)
Damn, why? 'Cause we ain't equivalent (Grahh, grahh, boom)
Niggas talk on the net, but in person forget how they even end up in predicaments (It's Carter, dickhead)
And you know I stay low like an immigrant (Grahh, grahh)
Keep me a gadget while doing experiments (Grahh, grahh boom)
Like, damn, how you say you on court, but you not a participant (Grrrt, baow)
And I stay in and out photosynthesis (Grahh, grahh)
She a thottie, cannot get our [?] (Grahh, grahh, boom)
And we steady be stackin' the dividends (Gang, gang, gang)
Niggas be cappin' and they need deliverance (Suck my dick)
On the 'gram, she gon' look thru my images (Grahh, grahh)
Bitch on my dick and she doin' the trickery (Grahh, grahh, Dotty)
Niggas fake and I'm not oblivious (Grahh, grahh)
Nigga, I'm takin' that money, she furious (Grahh, grahh, grahh, grahh, boom)
[Outro: TaTa & Jenn Carter]
Every opp shot, everything dead, nigga (Suck my dick)
41 shots to the head, bitch (Like, it's Carter, dickhead)
Ahh, grahh, grahh, boom bitch, everybody shot