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Ay, bitch (Jit cooked this one up)
(Seeto, baby)
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me
You can call me Mike Jack, I'm outside, and I'm shit talkin'
Had to throw her outta the load and got the bitch walkin'
Loadin' up my blower, I'm not vocal, hear my stick talkin'
Run up on the side of a sucka and get him Crip walkin'
And I know them suckas mad they be sayin' I be rap cappin'
Ain't ya homie dead? LOL, what happened?
Boston lows, 7.62s finna get clappin'
Pull up on 'em silent, no sound, we finna get crackin'
Pourin' up purple, I been sippin' on drank and shit
Ain't talkin' Josh, but this whip got a Drac in it
B-B-bitch, I'm on poin't like a motherfuckin' razor tip
Smokin' on ganja, I've been smokin' that Jamaican shit
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me
(Ay, first things first)
Bitc-bitch we kill instigators, and I ain't really into talkin', I'm a demonstrator
Your bitch suck on my wood she can't hit this paper
Hit a nigga with a pump, I got a ventilator
If you catch a body for me, you can get a favor
When a pack come from Nolly, all you get if flavors
I get on niggas just for their affiliation
Last word that he heard, this one for the Haitian
Posse Alabama finna run the nation
My Glock all lives matter no discrimination
Niggas hatin', I go crazy, this shit feel amazin'
Another pack touch down, that's a celebration
I be in an out-of-state, fuck your jet lag
Money long nigga, I can let the check sag
Head good, then a bitch might get a neck pad
Big chop hawk, a nigga DK Metcalf
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me
You can call me Mike Jack, I'm outside, and I'm shit talkin'
Had to throw her outta the load and got the bitch walkin'
Loadin' up my blower, I'm not vocal, hear my stick talkin'
Run up on the side of a sucka and get him Crip walkin'
And I know them suckas mad they be sayin' I be rap cappin'
Ain't ya homie dead? LOL, what happened?
Boston lows, 7.62s finna get clappin'
Pull up on 'em silent, no sound, we finna get crackin'
Pourin' up purple, I been sippin' on drank and shit
Ain't talkin' Josh, but this whip got a Drac in it
B-B-bitch, I'm on poin't like a motherfuckin' razor tip
Smokin' on ganja, I've been smokin' that Jamaican shit
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in' his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin' shit, 'cause ain't no opps ever smokin' me
Writer(s): James Barnett, Lil Seeto Unknown
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