Lyrics:
who that reside and blunt fillas,
And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger
>from quarters to keys I be runnin' in and out,
Every
Money on my mind, i want 100 bands
I can't even hit the jack to call my mans
I told you the stick with me
See thats the plan
We prolly gon pop his
Cardi B
raped by Harvey
So you can't test in me
You can have my damn recipe
That blasts a fag this simple
My nine millimeter pistol
Jack be nimble
Jack
the dope game like my name Godzilla
Call me young Ray Cena cause you boys can't see me
Gotta stay low key with the hustle, jack boys stay scheming
I remember
bitch, you better bold up
Told her, Hit my jack, and when she hit me, told her, Hold up
I just want somebody, 'body
To treat me like somebody, 'body
jack
You pussy like cat in the hat
I told you I would be late
You ain't save me no plate
Killin niggas broad day
Like the KKK
Big dog my name Tre
in my jacket I'm party packing
"Yeah I like his swag so I'm finna jack it"
Rock the denim jean with the denim jacket
Shorty you a fiend she loving my
the opps, he named Jack Black
Tryna start beef on a Sunday, he flagrant
Hoes in Miami be moving so arrogant
Need a bitch who acting right, and be elegant
Aight third take
Yeah
These niggas speaking out of context
Could beat your ass like a contest
Nigga you know you just weak
No push-ups claim to train
The circle of life
Build, destroy, and recreate
The Jackal Part 2
Ouroboros Effect
Straight like that Jacks back
Racks for comrades
Rack in my dog's
Ain’t shit cheap
Ain’t shit sweet
All my money straight
Yea I like my money neat
Hollow tips I’ll feed
And They comin by 3’s
Don’t nobody move
jack off bitch
I’d rather jack off then deal with that hell of an ex
Yo man it’s a hell of a mess
GIRL: “Scotty’s dead.” (LAUGHS)
Written By: Paul
the bag I won't tumble I'm not jack & jill
Thru it all I stay humble I came from a pit
Apartment buildings to a house on the hills
EBT turnt to infinite
My life is fucked up
I need some company
Jack D says "wassup"
"Come on and hang with me"
Sun is up don't wanna get up
Just wanna go back to sleep
his backside numb
Yo mom in the corner all jealous like
APPLE JACK can I please get some? (Please please)
No, she gotta wait
I gotta fuck up a banana,
Imma young black jack sparrow
Came up from the pits rolling spliff with callo
20 Soldier clique with the grips in camo
Bitch don't make me trip i
hit the road jack
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum
Aye bitch ass nigga had died at 20
Got hit about 4 5 times
Get popped like a addy inside this town
By a 4 5 or a 9
This
vibes"
Should of fucked yo bitch nigga
"cll of those times" i was there for you
What'd you'd really do when I was here for you?
Not jack shit but sit up
Jack: Off lately, I've been hearing voices again
Djinn: Jack, don't you wanna stab his eyeball with a pen
I think I am losing grip on the pet demon
Audi, yeah, twin just want the jag
Yeah, I go by Jack boy, I just love my cash
They just wanna hate on us, I know why they mad
BTA goin' up, yeah, that's
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be Handsome Jack
And I'd sell boats of opium
Whiskey that came from Twickenham
Authentic queens
on the run and I better run fast
'cause if I don't they're gonna beat my ass
Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave.
Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh
Jogged
they're gonna beat my ass
Hit a quick cut, run by the Ave.
Go to the Valley you know I gotta laugh
Jogged to the third floor runnin' the dope spot
well
For you playa hatin' ass bitches
Manne you might as well burn in hell
When you smell the aroma
>From them blunts when I hit corners
Don't you duck
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