[Intro]
Ay, ay, bitch (jit cooked this) (seeto baby)
[Chorus]
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin shit, cause' ain't no opps ever smokin' me
You can call me Mike Jack I’m outside and I’m shit talkin
Had to throw her outta the load and got the bitch walking, loadin up my blower I’m not vocal hear my stick talkin
Run up on the side of a sucka and get him crip walkin
And I know them suckas mad they be sayin I be rap cappin, ain’t ya homie dead? Lol. What happened?
Boston lows, 7.62s finna get clappin, pull up on em silent no sound we gonna get crackin
Pourin up purple, I been sippin on drank n shit
Ain’t talkin Josh but this whip gotta drac in it B-B-bitch I’m on point like a mofuckin razor tip
Smokin on ganja, I’ve been smokin that Jamaican shit
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin shit, cause' ain't no ops ever smok-
[Verse] (PlayaPosseStacks)
(Aye, first thing first)
Bitc-Bitch we kill instigators, and I ain’t really into talkin im a demonstrator
Your bitch suck on my wood she can’t hit this paper, hit a n***a wit a pump I got a ventilator
If you catch a body for me you can get a favor, when a pack come from Nolly[?]
All you get if flavors
I get on n***as just for their affiliation, last word that he heard this one for the Haitian
Posse Alabama finna run the nation
My Glock all lives matter no discrimination
N***as hatin, I go crazy this shit feel amazin
Another pack touch down That’s a celebration
I be in an out of state fuck your jet lag
Money long n***a I can let the check sag
Head good then a bitch might get a neck pad
Big chop hawk a n***a DK Metcalf
[Chorus]
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin shit, cause' ain't no opps ever smokin' me
You can call me Mike Jack I’m outside and I’m shit talkin
Had to throw her outta the load and got the bitch walking, loadin up my blower I’m not vocal hear my stick talkin
Run up on the side of a sucka and get him crip walkin
And I know them suckas mad they be sayin I be rap cappin, ain’t ya homie dead? Lol. What happened?
Boston lows, 7.62s finna get clappin, pull up on em silent no sound we gonna get crackin
Pourin up purple, I been sippin on drank n shit
Ain’t talkin Josh but this whip gotta drac in it B-B-bitch I’m on point like a mofuckin razor tip
Smokin on ganja, I’ve been smokin that Jamaican shit
I got a Jordan in my Jordan, 45 up in this 23
Slapped the bitch for cryin', with the suckas' face up on her tee
Passin' through her phone, put a bullet in his fuckin' teeth
Still talkin shit, cause' ain't no opps ever smokin' me