Lyrics:
runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
new jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
lookin gay
on the right
One night was snowy white like cool whip
I came across this chick I went
To school with walking by herself
I said, "Online
It looking like you were
Make a small investment and then put it to the test ("I know!")
Yes, cause the other motherfuckers gettin over
Police don't look at a white man
and Tom rolling in Big White
Loaded as fuck, bumping "The Cactus."
I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us
Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E
of the fittest
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the shit I took from people
I reap all your fat shit, jack
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
freak girl told me now she's a Christian
My white girl wanna move back to Michigan
I'm pullin' girls off the bench
Like a 6th man
I'm in the club pullin'
at
Damn, seen her momma back
Damn, now I'm feelin' that
Beatin' on that pussy like producers
Call me battle cat
Everytime we hit the scene man
Them bitches
they ain't ours
We got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white
Snake eye jack cops
play my black opps
bake my crack rock
rake my cash crops
Fuck the police, when im Stalking the streets, tall white cunt brain dead, 64
fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by Jabbia and if you got a fucking problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside southern robe is fresh
Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
what to do
He made it plain and simple, red, white, and blue"
Red is the blood of the butchered indians
White is anglo-american apartheid
Blue is
spit in it baby
I'm tryna get up and get back, Wack
Jack smith high hit with a sack
Jack sparrow
I hit yo bitch with an arrow
I told that bitch I'm not
got these politicians running their game to regain power
While our whole black community sours
Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders
And they
my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka
wasn't off a bean
Fuck a white bitch, yeah she put it on me
Break her back like KitKat, made the bitch scream
Get caught by the feds, wont say shit, nah
In
The new jack swing's in effect and I'm rappin
I want to talk to your eardrums straight up
And give your mind a little time to wake up
Who says we have
by Jack Harlow and Lil Wayne, ayy
All I’ll do is smile
I produced it all
Ridin’ round in Paris, ridin’ round, get into stores
Phone is too loud, too
don't mind the fusion of hip-hop with R&B
But way too many producers are doing this and I think it's a tragedy, you wouldn't make no
Automobile with
Chevy in my yard
A white drop top, pearl paint job is hard
White plush inside southern robe is fresh
Triple gold double-A Dayton's is the best, ugh
I
I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing
black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts
I have one black and one Mexican
They have five outstanding
it
I’m not fooled by your white power politic
White flower? Not none of it
I don’t sleep with the government
Just the kush, not the ye yo
'Cause
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