Lyrics:
forties I'll eject, they'll open up your chest
I'ma pirate in this bitch, Jack Sparrow with finesse
Stop playin' nigga
Yeah, what the fuck you talkin'
would spray broad day ain't nothin'
The lilac one AK doing somethin'
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you wanna
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
Louis looking like Gotham
Got the hoodie on and I look like Robin
Sipping on Jack looking like what's popping
They don't even give the boy a chance no
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
Have you heard about the big strong man?
He lived in a caravan have you heard about
The Jeffries-Johnson fight?
Oh, what a hell of a fight
You can
head's not orange, cut the shit!
Jack, Jack ca mi sey Jack Flanagan
Mi a go tell a likkie storie bout mi good bredren
Wa go by de name of Jack Flanagan
It
raise no dummies, I dug her rap!
Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't get da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass
the kitchen
Jail or prison, that's how I'm living
Look at me now, I'm straight killing
Typically
I can't take your bullshit spitting
Jack I'm ripping, taking
Yeah, aye aye
Lil Tytan back with fuckin Bobby Johnson bitch, yeah
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
This is fuckin murder, aye
This is
wack, matter fact
It's like a cat from Mexico
That trap all kinda yay
(Kanye) wearin' a MAGA hat
A holy shirt and a pair
Of Yeezy's tryna swagger jack
You
Woo
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
I don't mother fucking play
OG Umar Johnson what
You really think I'm gonna sit here and sing the chorus to ya
Lenon Honor
tried to steal it, he was always cock blockin
So I chased him down and beat his ass outside of Ms. Johnson's
All the older niggas on the block made it pop
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
haters I don't give a fuck
Ridin' round with that forty and that nina with the thirty
Yeah
I'm just tryna get my money up
Out here riding dirty tell
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
lovin'
Can rearrange your life
And when we get it together, girl
You can be my wife
You see, I got this forty acres
Down by the Johnsons' creek
I
You put that money on the table
Then we times it by 2
Kush purple orange, Clemson Tiger
Living large, Aaron Rodgers
Dish the uh
Magic Johnson
New jack
retarded
Snort coke off my .40
Send you up, like i'm Bardi
You look in the sky, you see a bullet party
Jack his Aston Martin, and juggin' his wallet (Damn)
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
the Liberty, fake Range Rover
I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty
Palmin' on a 40, broad day I'm tryin' to dodge a cover story
Look like he stoppin for
better learn to quiet
Stop acting like a bitch 'fore I eat you like Riot
I sail myself I'm Jack the pirate
You sell yourself they jack your private
I
Jack Demspey.
That was my brother Sylvest' (What's he got?)
A row of forty medals on his chest (big chest!)
He killed fifty bad men in the west; he knows
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