Ain't Gon' Front

Ha Ayeeee MV we got one with this one Jo Nation Jo Majesty Ayo Let's talk about some music Slick Car oil On concrete I talk greasy I don't eat meat Musical chairs I'm here to snatch seats I smoke a lot I'm the head chief H-B always in C When they talk It's about me These niggas sing I don't mean Glee I ride the beat Like a Calvary Ride it Slow it down You excited I grind on it You behind it I bend over And I whine it Take you home And you dine it And I climb on it And rewind it And when they ask us We deny it Breath Breath Breath Thigh highs and a blunt Got you stuck You was rollin wit ya bros Now you in the cut Late night in the BM I rode front Windows tinted We whilin I ain't gon' front Tinted Windows They ain't seeing him And they can't see me See shells sing Tryna test my G Have you S-A-T For fuckin wit me Oh me Oh my Rub on ya neck Look in ya eyes Lick in my thighs Weed got us high to the sky Weed got us high to the sky Wait Hold up Imma bring it back Gave him a test So no hat in the cat He eatin it good Get a pat on the back Shorty was stressed Now he back on track This here Is return of the Mack Puttin smack down Like I'm done with the crack I'm throwing it back Like I caught it for sport He beating it up But we dodging the courts Thigh highs and a blunt Got you stuck You was rollin wit ya bros Now you in the cut Late night in the BM I rode front Windows tinted We whilin I ain't gon' front Kicking game with a capital G Ruff Rider like E-V-E A couple niggas Still owe me D And a few niggas Still owe me G's You sucked my titty Don't come for me I mothered you I'm ya mom's B Now use ya head Good boys never get left on read I killed this beat so respect the dead Bars bitch Don't act sped If I put it on him Then he gave me head If the head was poppin Then I got the slobby Swervin the whip But I ain't stoppin Jack Harlow Bitch I been poppin Giving me head The only way they toppin Jo Baby is the one they clockin Breath Breath Now ride it Slow it down You excited I grind on it You behind it I bend over And I whine it Take you home And you dine it And I climb on it And rewind it And when they ask us We deny it Breath Breath Breath Breath Thigh highs and a blunt Got you stuck You was rollin wit ya bros Now you in the cut Late night in the BM I rode front Windows tinted We whilin I ain't gon' front I ain't gon' front