(Jackooo)

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Ahuh ahuh

Yeah yeah

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Never drive an SUV cause I don't hate myself that much

You know that I came from money you too broke I gotta pay for lunch

You splitting the check I'm splitting this blue do you even pay the rent?

My name on the cover your name is an other we not on the same page

I'm changing the weather the big time boss I'm driving a wide body

I'm getting it done you praying to God ain't you an atheist?

I'm moving like Jason you can't ever see us not talking about AI I'm Moving in Silence

I'm talking to real real bad girls might just have to put them in timeout

Uh wait they say that I'm making a difference but the only difference I be making is when they be counting my paper up

Uh wait they talkin' about signing the chest I'll never be looking at them in that way I hope that they get some respect

You really like talking a lot for somebody not even signed to a label

I built your career up brick by brick I'm starting to think you a Lego

They asking about Jack not asking about you they don't even know who you is

Just wait till you get this high I'm so faded I'm riding the risk to die

I'm smelling like marijuana in Cuba visiting Barracoa

I'm scrubbing my wrep it's way too clean I ain't even sentimental

You might as well throw your life away just like tu mama y papa

Healing comes with the time so count it in seconds just gotta keep counting this paper

He got no bands he got no racks he's just lie about it

Not no regular Hellcat it's a fucking wide body

Tell her I don't want her back ho gon' fucking cry about it

Found your brother he can't think straight we knocked his mind out him

Slide with Reaper through your function he gon' put that thing on you

You dumb as hell for throwing punches we just let it rain on you

Reminded shorty I'm not stuck with her she went insane on me

Don't call me brother or your dog I'm definitely not your main homie

Oh I'm definitely not your friend

S-class the brand new Benz

Dirty racks should clean my hands

Throw it back then hit his mans

If I throw it in sport we goin' 200 believe I'ma hit that gas

If I flip that switch get your ass down

God damn the bitch too fast

God damn my bitch too bad

God damn my pockets fat

Swear y'all some kids your politics don't want no part in em

If you throw a diss we clear your shit and find your partner then

Sitting back collecting' Ben Frank's boy I got lots of him I do

He got no bands he got no racks he's just lie about it

Not no regular Hellcat it's a fucking wide body

Tell her I don't want her back ho gon' fucking cry about it

Found your brother he can't think straight we knocked his mind out him

Slide with Reaper through your function he gon' put that thing on you

You dumb as hell for throwing punches we just let it rain on you

Reminded shorty I'm not stuck with her she went insane on me

Don't call me brother or your dog I'm definitely not your main homie