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Cut that bitch loose uh
I can't noose with you uh
They trynna maintain the loop uh
I'm stuck in this shit like Colt
Off-White now I'm steppin' like

retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)

of labels they pick and choosing
This shit confusing I'm back to trapping these bricks are moving but
I don't wanna get caught in that Venus fly trap
Supply

Tell em I got my shit on me too
We dangerous
Aaah
I ain't cried in some years
Think I lost all my tears
Aaah
I keep losing my peers
I'm the only one

and a pad
Travel the city when lines pass, that's free

Paid too much for that, get your money back
Kickin' back, sippin' up on some Honey Jack
Full

500 nigga
Aye, keep this shit 500 nigga
Bring them strippers to the crib, they gone shake somethin' (aye aye)
Keep on dancin' on the ugh, till you

talk right now Lil bae I'll be back Friday
Baby momma steady blowing up my Jack
I can't hear cause it's too loud from all this pack
That Glizzy with me,

Jack who take what
Nigga ain't no tippin' me
Go wit yo' move that's suicide
We comin' through like 30 deep
Let's keep it real
Niggas ain't who they claim

I'm the king like
Michael Jackson hehe
My outfits are fire while wrists are only frio
You was my boy talking all that shit
And now it's fuck you like

Counting up them band rackers (yeah)
Big jack hammer on me looking
Like a sand blaster (What else)
Ninety round steel drum with
The shell catcher buck fifty

Han, yeah c'est Bandzo sur le track
Comme MJ ou Mike Jack
J'peux play une bitch comme au Black Jack
J'vais pop une teille, c'est du Jack au miel
Tu

they would bite, now they tryna jack the sound.
I ain't following them trends, I fuck around and switch the style.
Hoe I told you I would come through

pourin up Tris
Come ride wit me, Jack goin show you a good time
Remember when I was broke, now they love my fashion
Still need a lot full a cars, crib like

man?
Fuck
Footsteps and chains clinking
Metal door opening and closing
Footsteps walking away
On some weird shit
Getting old be like getting told
Your

bad
Ain't never been to Cali get them dropped straight on my doormat
Got it sowed up like the carter told my play to hit me on my new jack nigga
Uhh uhh

that shit was trash
He tried to shoot that Glock, but that bitch jammed
And that boy thought he had me
That hoe can't set me up
Watch she go missing like

Moonwalk with the stick
I'm Mike Jack
Thinking with the match head
Ignite traps
Fly away from hate
Mice rats
Fixing my plate
I need rice with that

huh (Huh)

Talk to me nice
Or don't talk me at all my nigga (Huh)
I remember back in fall
Man I did this shit with my back to the wall my nigga (Huh)
I

fucking around tryna get to my bread
Fucking the game up
Going too hard on this shit bouta have you filled with dread
Bitch you know I'm on the come up

ein, aha
Ein kleiner Hüpfer übern Bordstein, oh Shit
Das war zu viel vom Jack und Portwein

Oh neeein!!! Doch
Es ist schon wieder Showtime, yeah 
Ich

Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois

Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like

dollars on my jack, goin' stupid (okay)
Back outside, every time, it's a new fit (okay)
Niggas love to lie, gotta tell 'em what the truth is (okay)

rich as shit
But niggas know that jazzy still a jack
I'm just all about the money shootin shit just like in craps
Ms. Platinum make it happen
Praying

get my shit off
But I bet ya bitch'll let me get in
Nigga still ducking from the whole law
All the while tryna get a big spin

They hit on my jack
They