Lyrics:
through my mind
Stop the clock, see I'm runnin' out of time
And as I, tell myself, I'm a changed man
Dressed in black out to jack me a game plan
with no class drank a whole bottle of Jack in the trap
Bitch I'm the man, no time for relaxing
I got a master plan to get me a mansion
By then I won't be
out, jack-in-the-box
(Hop out)
Don't run up stupid, your ass can get popped
(Glaow)
Fuck packin' lunch, I be packin' a Glock
(Packin' a)
Look out for
Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head
Aight, aight, get the big shit
No bullshit, it's time
givin' up too much cock and givin' up too much ass
Nah, nah, nah, you ain't gettin' me like that (nah, bitch)
Soopafly ain't even called the bitch back
a little bit faster now and breath a little deeper
[Chorus]
Come to me come to me set me free,
Jack ass ginger, jack ass ginger.
Come to me come
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up
(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)
(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)
(They heard
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up
(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)
(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)
(They heard
are gonna have to come and get me
Off your ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin' out
Niggaz start to mumble, they
are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they want
are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out
Niggaz start to mumble, they want
facin'
We must be patient nothin' better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin'
No
facin'
We must be patient nothin' better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin'
No
like Nelly, make it hot in here
So many tears like Makavell
They always wait too late to start to care
By then I already got that fire to my head
By then
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
ain't nothin' like South Park
Pistol whip you 'til you know the serial number by heart
Sit the chop on top your nose, if you sneeze, I squeeze
Got them
gone)
And niggas don't know that I'm a Westside rider, rider
(And if I catch you slippin, yo ass is gone)
You get your ass bumped by the Eastside rider,
Ay heard you want ass shots now I’m back on yo ass it’s not one picture of us and I’m glad
That was just proof of me looking an ass blinded by love
Midwest nigga in the West
Red Corvette speeding down sunset
Ski mask, black Tec pulling through the set
Gang signs and palm trees
Bomb weed and becks
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and such
Well, since we got altercations with these so called
Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner 'til it started to bounce
Clock scratchin', reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin'
Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner 'til it started to bounce
Clock scratchin', reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin'
on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
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