Lyrics:
Full cars when we roll out, smoke goin' all in
Cups in the backseat, smoke while we driving
City on my back, cup o' Jack with some cubes in
The sky
44 bottles of jack
Break it down, yeah wash it down
Don't tell me to relax
You don't know nothing about me
You don't know where I'm at
In my head I'm
I threw a brick off the backboard
I been ballin but I ain't got no jumper
12 got my jack in a torture rack
So aint no sense in you callin my old
Bitch you a wack nigga, yeah we know
We put a lame nigga in a pack
How you a black nigga named Jack?
How you a black nigga named Matt?
How you a black
could call me Jack
Come guess my zodiac
Im a slick snack
An aphrodisiac
Eat off my six pack
I'm the mad Maxx,
To the Mad Maxx,
Mad Maxx
Mad Maxx
Mad Maxx
without that fortunate
I really brought up all you
Kids just like an orphanage
Try to buck or jack, we tear 'em up like
"Where that storage is?"
Hit 'em
Moschino heavy kilos
Moschino heavy kilos
Rucksack hella zinos
In the trap score free throws
Jack City I'm nino
In my spritethat'slean O
Bad
on a hill
Cuh for real (For real)
Ooh, like Jack and Jill (And Jill)
I'm off a pill for real, huh
Run up on him and kill, huh
He might die for real, huh (For
Squeeze the juice out of the headphones
Semi Hendrix what up, Jack Splash?
You know I woke up eggs over medium
Turkey bacon breakfast at Banksy's
Some fuckin' is good for you, though
Jack gettin' some
Pussy beats havin' a war i ain't lyin'
Cummin' is a lot of fun
Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican
I’m leaning back hitting the liquor next
Sparking a cigarette
Thought I got off that shit Puffing but really not into it
People to talk to me and I
shirt off
Raps hot my lips burnt off
She keep tryna take her skirt off
Hop in the whip then skkrrrt off
It's too hot I got my shirt off
Raps hot my lips
your manners
See me hanging off a banner
Headed to pluto and landed on saturn
Its batman versus bruce banner like mike jack there's nothing badder
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind
Birds of a feather
Now
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws?
I wanna do it
Let's draw straws
Jack said, "we should work together"
Three of a kind, birds of a feather
Now
of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
shit don't impress me
I make papes off the shit I create, and then dictate
So get your motherfuckin' shit straight
I got skills and I'm hard to kill,
That chain is nice
That's what you bought for me
Them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off
in his Jack-O-Lantern and smash it on his porch
Now get off my dick, dick's too short a word for my dick
Get off my antidisestablishmentarianism, you
the big tears flow
Until the icicles hang right off my nose
Well, she left me cold, she left me cold
Well, I'm lookin' just like Jack Frost or so I'm told
Patrick Ewings (What we doin?)
I need a big ol' Backwood
Let me roll it up, your bitch come pull up
(Roll up)
She underhand jack the dick from the side
some shit, but not all I know
I know the coke game, I know the dope game
I know the shooters, the jack boy, the whole game
I know the fast cars, I
stop 'til I'm eating off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me
'Cause having cash
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