Lyrics:
to Smart and heads be spinning like gymnastics
combat and tactic is in check
I'll be breaking your neck lyrically step by step by step
come correct if you
flavor
But I didn't jumped them Printers Alley
Won't you do me a favor
Take a handle of Jack and get
Loose down on Second Avenue
Slap a chick on the ass
rock
make your heart stop cause I'm bout it
Jack you like a New Jersey drive
My niggaz are always down for that who ride, I ride
Creep with these
with this bitch ass machete
Equiped the arc, sparked the fucker out
Got myself a mater on the 66th route
Don't need no clout. The fuck you about
Your
sometimes gotta button up
Hit the town with the pound gotta double up
These are just facts
Heard he want to jack
But I grab that nina aim right through
Freaked out lil bitch girl I love you
Money making bitch girl I love you
Bitches with the hoes girl I love you
Thot ass bitch I can't cuff you
name it rang an alarm
Otherwise known as Mean Teen Tom
A brother whose known for his rap
Jabby Jack, Larry Laughter and least not last
A cool brother
a crazy ass bar
This deserves a toast to the most boastful guy by far
Mack's in this shit, and immaculately cracking your lid
I'm asking y'all, can we get
yo girl and yo sister call me boo
Yeah you heard that slid thru and they had sum brew
Then they got ran thru by my whole fuckin
Man thats just what
crack flow
I'm the recipe
Yo Jack! Nigga don't mess with me
Fuck it, you fat bitch you look like a whale
Light skin, my ass, nigga you're pale
Pancake
that nigga he better hit feet
Cuz on bro I gotta put em to sleep
Aye fuck allat talkin we push up and link
And dat bitch she a slut she got fucked by da
hittin' my jack tryna have a truce
Big balla with style I got the juice
Pulled up with hunnids
They wanna know what I do
They running around playin' duck
on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
Cause I say a rhyme and girls be like, "Uh no he didn't"
I'm so nonchalont, word to my uncle and my aunt
I serve
again and this shit just feels so ass
Repeating steps I'm just reliving my past
I should be peaking but a nigga feeling sad
Gotta keep pushing, imma get
I got Bad bitches yammering
When I hit wit the hammer
And grip on that ass
Slam it in
Have em limping staggering
Filming smut
Without the cameraman
pull up wearing all black I’m watching how you move jack test that boi he gon quack bossing up on niggas shit I did it by myself so if u said I needed I
Wack niggas bout to get aired out
Fagot niggas get they ass teared out
Grab a wise man by his goatee and rip his fuckin' beard out
Cold beat a niggas
want to come to me now
I'm by myself, ridin' solo with that yok in my lap
In this town you got niggas that jack for shit and get snapped
You can tell
your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now
Face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo'
That ass
yeah
Like to hit it with her ass up or when she on top
Or when she riding, yeah
Never got to call for back up
Hit my jack up, then I'm firing, yeah
Play
[Chorus]
So much drama in northern California
'Cause killa kali is the state for the drive-by*
Such a scandalous day but I love the place
That's why I
move that thang
Make me wanna slang wood like a lumber jack
Make me wanna slang wood like a lumber jack
Make me wanna Timber
Say fuck your lil flow
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards
a mistake
Jack called go and get it ain't no time to sleep
I ain't trynna make friends bitch I'm trynna eat
Came from the bottom yo look at how time fly
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