Jason

Straight to da money, no shortcuts I need my money, no shorts bra I’m slimey, snake, call me king kobra Get ya top popped, I ain’t talking bout soda Talking dat shit and get put on a poster Gucci belt hold da Glock, what the fuck is a holster? Fuck nigga don’t want smoke, dat nigga sober Fucking wit gang you need luck like a 4 leaf clover How the fuck you a suspect and you turned witness? Why is you thuggin you can’t do a sentence? I ain’t never leaving da trap til da pack is finished I be flipping them packs just call me a gymnast 22 packs touchdown like I’m Emmit Pack getting low I need it replenished Glock 22 I feel like Wiggins Woulda thought I was dizzy the way I’m spinning Like his ass up like a barber I’m trimming Put da metal to his mouth like a muhfuckin dentist I got da racks bouncing back like it’s tennis Larenz Tate, O-Dawg, bitch im a menace If I middleman then you know that I’m pinching I’m tryna ball, like my name Wilson Fuck a image bitch I’m tryna get millions Bitch I’m slimey, I hang wit reptilians I’m off a perk so I’m feeling amazing I’m counting blue hunnits that’s why they be hating Woo got da choppa he look like he Haitian Bitch we up in the streets like da pavement I got da gas you can tell by the fragrant In da trap wit roaches, ducking da raiding I’m sending a blitz like i coach for the ravens Shoot like Rose, Jalen Serving da white girl, think her name Caitlin Junkies hit me say they like da sensation I get da pack gone, no hesitation New pack touchdown, I got confirmation I got power like I worship the masons Ride wit 3 K’s, thought I was racist Pull up wit chopsticks, thought I was Asian Walk down, mask down, look like I’m Jason