Lyrics:
38s jack
A pair of dope runner 95s & a digit scale
Some sandwich bags a flip phone & go & get some clientele
Mama wanted me to stay at home but I
Starting off by riding a pedal bike to the plug
Now my Aston Martin do the Rev I tell em run
They call me boss my bloody shoes are louboutins
I
Jack, to conive a two fist
Blam to your chin Blam! to your soul
Now tell me who the player with the biggest balls
Rhymes hittin' like planet Rio, press
need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
Just slip out the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Jack, make a new plan, Stan
Don't need to be coy, Roy, just listen to me
Hop on the bus, Gus, don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee,
Hook:
Fire in the booth, mf gotta spit that,
Broke her back like a jack,
Sucker shit, ain’t with that,
Double cups, double back,
Stay the course,
still the top Mafia
ESPN shit im the real Don Dada
I was 15 in West Jack wit a choppa
Spazz 16 on the news for a body
7 days straight I been rollin' off
Take your head off for the rack
I'ma jugg a nigga pack, yeah
Spend a check get it back
Say that they peep the swag, they gon' jack
Yeah
Let me get
to the internet
Get up off my dick, pussy
Mad 'cause I'm real and you can't spit
Ain't a rapper turned target out
There I couldn't hit
I'm a black jack dealer
the back, Jack
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off
a jack
Yeah, I ram it down her fuckin throat, yeah
All this shit in my system
I think I'm on the ropes, yeah
Every day and every night
I start it off
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Thoughts of you are swarming in my head
I'm off the pills and I feel like I'm going crazy
I'm off the pills am I
Ch'yeah, uh
Where we at?
Bo Jack
Let's get it
Uh
This that bricktionary slingo (yeah)
I mix and mingle with my gringo (ayy)
Was just me
we trust
More alcohol, all guns or bust
Just had coke sniffed off my cock, but I don't even sniff
I touch those that can't be touched
You dream
beat it like a bongo, hey
So her best friend hates me now
But I ain't trippin off what y'all gon' say
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Ain't
JUMPIN' JACK FLASH IN MY PONTIAC
DANCIN' ON THE LEVEE IN THE MORNIN' LIGHT
SMOKE IN MY MIRROR MAKIN' MY HEART BLEED
OH COME ON BABY TOUCH ME TILL I'M
it hit
Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit
Still let it off with a crowd in the midst
Black car, matte stick, I'm it
Don't pick die, if you
chick
Ooh Mase, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go
I can't keep my eyes off you (I can't keep my eyes off you)
Ooh Mase I love you so
the poor come off of their feet
'cause there was nothin' to eat
Didn't want to jack or rob
A brother had to maintain the streets
Off in the projects
HELL NO!
We got a problem in here?! I SAID HELL NO!
You niggas wanna set it off?! HELL YEAH!
You really wanna set it off?! H-H-HELL YEAH!
Then let's go,
on the fences
Hit the nigga off the fence quick
Yeah, they stabbed my nigga, so this is revengence
MAC 11 louder than a Lamborghini engine
Gave me a massage
niggas ain't got the heart to jack me (jack me)
and when it to guns nigga I pack three (pack three)
nigga that's me (that's me)
[Lil O]
Hey I live la
niggas ain't got the heart to jack me (jack me)
and when it to guns nigga I pack three (pack three)
nigga that's me (that's me)
[Lil O]
Hey I live la
to serve
Heard about thugs and hustlas,
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts,
Peep this
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