Lyrics:
can't believe this shit
The sexy little girl is now a fat sweaty beeitch
She said, "Hey, J, tell me how you've been?"
She had a piece of chicken gizzard
I'm the type of guy ready to die for this shit if it's gon' prevail us
I can't slip, look at this shit I've built, I know they tryna nail us
Give her
world
Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high
They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack
Rappers all in they feelings
Well here goes a little
fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie
thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and hero ayn
50 Cent that's my name
Nigga I bring the pain you thought
Shit stay the same nigga shit gon' change
Put a bullet
and Elvis gel together like cellmates (hey)
Yeah, this the jail house, bitch, and I don't give a
And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
I just
get too
This shit it get risky
Out the city, bitch
Why you rollin wit me
Walked down in that coupe throw the top down it get windy
Yea shoutout jack but
to jack somebody (somebody)
Whether it's weed or your life or narcotics
Anyway you get, you can't trust nobody
.. .shit, who the fuck at the door?
Aww
a jack (pulls a jack) Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his mothafuckin' back!
I'm comin' with the 187, not with that ho shit
So
money I don't want to hear shit
And those who can't rap, I don't want to hear jack
I dust opponents in two minutes flat
When it's showtime,
a fuck I do a
Thou-wow then I'm up and down
To break that shit and weigh that
Shit distribute shit out Grandma's house
Everyday at the block with the
Chop
to Lenox
See you talk a lot of money, but it's time to see the deal is
You say you a hit man but you ain't hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain't
they think the jack's on
But little do they know I don't sleep
Peep out my rear view, waitin' for they ass to creep
They fall deep in the bucket
I got
yea
Im not a new jack, yea
In.my city. Not a new jack
Not a new jack in the city, prince akeem wit that semi, got dat white girl like demi
Imma turner
(You have a gift, Jack)
I've been really going all in
And they ain’t really 'bout it, they're the softest (They're the softest)
I'm tryna make a wave
To add her some cake in the rear, yea
That's cause that hoe misguided
Peep a lot of shit but i just sit quiet
Crazy how niggas get rich off of vegetables
the cold
With a jack boy
On my soul
Know this so know potential
They done got me on my rude shit
Type that never had to lose shit
Heard about you
Got a jay
Pull up like a hunnid stacks
She just wanna know where the hunnids at
Just dropped my new shit that's like a hunnids stacks
Tell that Dj Bo jack till
Sometimes, I look at life shit like woah
Pray to God in faith he always keep my soul
Focus on the millions, Six Cheerios
Focus on the billions,
Im zonin out Im bussin now
Tryna find another route
Bitch on my jack she tweakin now
Had to put my phone down
Catch a play cant sit lil bitch im out
Nigga gotta problem go ahead hit my jack pop out the cut why you do em like that focused on my money yea I’m tryna get a rack bitch throwing pussy
the more shit
I gotta deal with, trying make me kill shit
Make me have to dump a bitch nigga in the ocean
Flew from the east to the west I'm bicoastal
Do not
didn't need it
What happened to our love
Shit got crazy cause you was scheming
Talkin bout im selfish but you conceited
Used to call me Mike Jack for
Yea
Ooh, ooh
That shit really overdue
Running through it, I'm bulletproof
Yea, you already know Kyle2Fresh
Yea, for real
Ha ha ha
Aye, look
I been
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