Lyrics:
Real nigga yea that’s me to the core
Dirty Jersey I live by the shore
And I’m tryna get dipped in Dior
I’m just giving my thanks to The Lord
Never
You should know that I'm over you
But that don't mean that I like to see him holdin' you
Can't stand to see your snap stories anymore
Can't stand
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
the booth snap
In this bit vibing
Everyone snapping they fingers
I'm the one
Uno Tracy Mcgrady
Ball out and sale out arenas
Drip or drown Gunna
Takeoff by
It's 1 AM, I've gotta lay my head down
(Lay my head down)
Time to start anew, yesterday is dead now
(Day is dead now)
Won't be ensnared by memories
it back to the hotel (mmm)
With bottles of tequila
Getting down by the litre (yeah)
Baby said she just wants some romance (fuck that)
Shawty wants no
the world beyond that little goth top, Suck it up Buttercup and avoid the Hubabuba
Verse
You get so stressed by your First World woes; Don't you know every
sauce (got sauce)
Ain't nothin' to this shit, on God (oh yeah)
Two-step (step)
It's not hard (not hard)
Finna snap on 'em like a Nikon (Nikon)
Bada
Gangstas
With one snap guaranteed to make you famous
With one glock by my side bitch I'm dangerous
I keep a pistol by my side just to stay alive
And bitch I
Yeah, skrt, b-r-r-r-p
Put your hands in the air for Cardec swwrrtt
Ring it up swwrrtt
Who I gotta flex for? (Who I gotta flex?)
The team I'm with I
in your eyes
Crooked steps by design
You're going somewhere fast
It will never last
Disembowel your formal aim
I'll start slithering, my pockets
prove it, nigga fuck the judge
Finna go stupid
Damn right I'm in the city where the shooters be
And I move around by myself and this is usually
I can't
it, you get the ball and then you lob it
Y’all talking money, but I just get it on the daily
Go and snap, go and snap, go and snap baby
I come to kill
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
I'm running my race cos I'm too turned up
Mommy took a snap in a case so what
I done like my style cos you talk to much
Baby come outside be my one
grab and snap it
Never buy it like kill it with kindness
I slap back still keeping up the practice
Cruel world makes someone mean like this
I slap back
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
What's up everyone? it's been a while
This is Jax the Ripper by the way
Streets will change, weeks will change
Nothing can ever be the same
Walking
in the sun
I get by
When I have you on my mind
Tell me why
I think about you all of the time
I got high
And at one time I was levitating
Oh snap
I
You wouldn't even understand it
Got so many bad habits
Uh uh
Yes sir
You wouldn't even understand it
I can't lie I got so many bad habits
I got so
You wouldn't even understand it
Got so many bad habits
Uh uh
Yessir
You wouldn't even understand it
I can't lie, I got so many bad habits
I got so
snap
What they sayin to me is irrelevant
Wanna pull up on me got no evidence
I think I’m in the future no lookin back
Keep on runnin the show like it’s
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