(Intro: Ryan Jacket & *J.Update*)

Yo this track is so hard man, y'all are not ready. *Jacket chill out, chill out Jacket!* This shit is so flame-it's fu-fucking fire man, hardest shit of 2016 off top. *Chill, chill-I don't know about that...* Let's get it!



(Verse 1: Ryan Jacket)

Hunnid band, hunnid band hunnid band
I don't really know how the fuck Ima land-
But I can't, I'm the man, all you fuckers bland
So I'm here with this shit, giving you a hand
Motherfuckers don't get where I fucking stand-
With my fam, eating ham, wearing street brands
And I can't fucking wait 'til I meet fans
Until then Ima ball cause I'm me man
I'm on some other shit, you can't stop me
I've got a fucking style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, bitch you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this shit-
Yeah just watch me, don't dodge me
Bitch I'm going harder than a motherfucking nazi-
With a damn mind full of gold you can not see
And my real friends know I'm sick and tired of all these parties
And besides I do not really fuck with all these thotties
(Verse 2: Shakewell)

From bottom to top, then she giving me top in a new Benz (She giving me top)
I drink and finesse damn, we came from the bottom we winning (Aye, aye)
Carti (?) hit both of your wrists, fuck boy you look like a lick
I might just slide up and fuck on your bitch, back to the trap got a kilo to flip
Back out in Vegas I'm moving them bricks, just hit the strip with a gram
Doubled up look my double cup now I might fly to Japan, who be the man?
Word on the streets is that boy got a plan, running them out with the heat in my hand
Give a fuck, shoot it up, xanny's in my double cup (doo, doo, doo), boot it up
Hoes wanna fuck tell them to suck up the squad and she one of us

(Verse 3: Ryan Jacket)

I'm on some other shit, you can't stop me
I've got a fucking style you can't copy
I'm Ryan Jacket, bitch you so sloppy
And I'm gonna do this shit-
Yeah, just watch me cop me bodies in front of yo fucking shawty homie
Make a good impression and end up calling her mami homie
Call me "Mr. Jacket" when you at my fucking doorstep
Wake me when there's about 100 bands up at my doorstep, the whore slept-
On me back in my days when I was a bit overweight
I'm still pretty chubby but that's just because I overate
Searching LA streets for a chick a bit over 18
Maybe come and help me chase my motherfucking dream
(Verse 4: Ryan Jacket)

Please give me the cheese man
This whole fucking game is a tease, damn
So give me the mulah like Buddha and scoot on your scooter
You really don't wanna catch these hands
From a Jew headass like me, and making a boom deadass like me
Fight your fucking stepdad deadass like me
Now leave me alone sipping this fine iced tea from the fucking McDonald's
Got your bitch some fucking cookies but she don't even want them (Fuck)
Now I'm sadder than shit, and I play some scary music screaming out triple six
I'm fixing visions ignorant and praising religion
You silly sinning bitches really think that you winning
But fuck all that shit, I'm only a rapper
I'm sitting with some bands in my hands and I'm feeling real dapper