Lyrics:
get back skillz, my get back skillz.
I hurt my ass off by Drink-A-Lot,
But I'm about my cash,
But if an,
Ignit mutha fucka want to step to me,
Me and my friend jack in a Dixie cup
And an open road
Little willie
Playing at the parking lot in my pickup truck
Smoky mountain fiddling pig
I can’t be
Kept wrapped up inside of your box
I can’t breathe makes it seem
The doors are locked
It takes a lot to wind me up and
Make me pop but
your feet back
Take a seat upon the curb
Reached back
For that weed bag
Need that spark up
Say yes sir
Yezzir
Bitch I'm with the gang
Brock and misty
of rap
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
Gimme little bit of love, get a little back
All I need's a little homie, I don't need a lot
All I need's
got a new recruit to this land of hope and glory
Hands behind backs and legs apart and tell us all of your unfortunate story
Who me, sir?
Yes, you sir
me jet, or I'll collect unemployment bucks
On the way back, Jack, I spotted this object, a stray cat
Stuck in a tree, with a tag that says that:
"If
chase
(By any means)
The more you doing good' that brings a lot hate
(It comes wit it)
My niggas carry choppers' like the ones they use in kuwait
(Real
Cause I'm Gon' Own the Year (yes sir)
Riding on Every Beat am I'm Only in Second Gear (I am)
I got A Lot of Gear (I do)
An Every Outfit is Equipped with
Ether boy! (oh yeah!) oh oh! (Nore!)
(Ron Browz!) Nore! Oh oh!
Busta bus! (yes sir!) Oh oh!
Get that money!
Ohhh!
My n**** find a girl
think
Cut the bitch off got tired of the sneaky links
When slide onda block i can ride wit no drop
Always watch ova your back cant get knocked off by opps
overtook me down in Juarez Mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
rocking basses, sounding phat
Swift the breast, lungs getting strung out, chasten the jack
Mix a record with a Mozenraff, hung up on the tracks
Erasure max,
Ey what's popping (Popping)
Brand new whip just hopped in (Just hopped in)
I can pass that chick like Messi
But I ain't Jack Harlow so what's
me then believe me now I'll bet I'll make it far
When I be leaving now not coming back unless profit in my arm
And this is regular not capping Jack I'm
black jack
The Jack D we dealin
Mix a little coke
Help us cope wit bad decisions
Not to mention
How uncontrollable the piss is
Ain't even have pot to piss
Yeah, I pump it up and I don't quit for jack
I'm back to rap on wax so guess who's back
The chart hitter, not a quitter or a bullshitter
These cats
team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
Cuz they got the DA believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some dust
Life in Harlem World
I been thru alot and I came back still and am rolling with the man dem
If you got hears you should hear best believe it you should know its an anthem
shot trying to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips
Some
mix-matched don't match uh-huh
I just took your bitch oops my bad
I'm breaking her back no kit-kat
Now I gotta skrt off like that
And you just proposed oh so
Mix-A-Lot baby got back
You think you scary for carrying a gat
Blood on cement
Imma make you go splat
Obvious winner just look at the stats
And the stacks
done for you?
Our friendship meant a lot to me
Just like that, it's over dude?
Bullshit won't stay away from me
Life seems to grab me by the throat
Holds
Hook but that nigga ain’t no Jack Sparrow
Mummify all these niggas, i don't mean pharaohs
I'm a dare devil, I am no hero
I be stepping on these niggas
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