CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Jack Artist
Ayy, I'm a jack artist
Yeah, I mean that literally, b*t*h, I jack artists
Yeah, I make that chopper sound like a 'Cat started
I just robbed a n***a for ten 'bows and got a trap started
Just bought a case of green pints off the black market
Sold my Ram truck the other day, I'm 'bout to Trackhawk it
He used to have dog sh*t, now he back walkin'
n***a raise his voice, I'ma let the Drakey speak, call that back talkin'
And f**k around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah)
I pour up, then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True)
He talkin' crooked, headshot'll leave his hat levеl
I get tired of f**kin' up the chickеn, time to stack cheddar
The rap game pay me good, but I'm a crack seller
Legendary, who else you know made a hundred racks on tether?
I bust a whole watch down, I ain't half-steppin'
That Rio piece twelve racks, you can ask Gary
b*t*h, I'm really from the 6, yeah, you can ask Terry (6)
I heard you goin' out of town, I got a bag ready
Took 75 all the way, ain't gotta ask Siri
Gotta take a risk to be a champ, these n***as act scary
They say I'm always leavin' sh*t like I ran a race
How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate?
Pour so much motherf**kin' purple, turn the Fanta grape
Whole pint of Wocky with the seal look like a can of paint
I made a lot of blues f**kin' with that tan and gray
Forty-shot clip in the K, got a banana shape
I put the Quali' over Tris and got a better taste
Before the rap, we had a dope spot, a hundred grams a day
Catch a n***a walkin' out the club, threw a party on him
Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me
My right wrist was lookin' plain, threw a Carti on it
Pop a n***a in the strip club, now the party over
White Wraithy, white seats, threw the Forgis on it
n***as need they kits tested, put a Maury on 'em (Hah)
Heard he a sucker for them hoes, threw a Barbie on him
Goofy n***a thought he was gon' f**k until she called us on him
Shot my b*t*h in her right leg, pulled a Tory on her
You could f**k any b*t*h in Flint if you got forty for her
I heard your mans snitched, told the whole story to 'em
On the 6 with Vezz, sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t
IUR sh*t
You know what the f**k goin' on
Yeah, I mean that literally, b*t*h, I jack artists
Yeah, I make that chopper sound like a 'Cat started
I just robbed a n***a for ten 'bows and got a trap started
Just bought a case of green pints off the black market
Sold my Ram truck the other day, I'm 'bout to Trackhawk it
He used to have dog sh*t, now he back walkin'
n***a raise his voice, I'ma let the Drakey speak, call that back talkin'
And f**k around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah)
I pour up, then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True)
He talkin' crooked, headshot'll leave his hat levеl
I get tired of f**kin' up the chickеn, time to stack cheddar
The rap game pay me good, but I'm a crack seller
Legendary, who else you know made a hundred racks on tether?
I bust a whole watch down, I ain't half-steppin'
That Rio piece twelve racks, you can ask Gary
b*t*h, I'm really from the 6, yeah, you can ask Terry (6)
I heard you goin' out of town, I got a bag ready
Took 75 all the way, ain't gotta ask Siri
Gotta take a risk to be a champ, these n***as act scary
They say I'm always leavin' sh*t like I ran a race
How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate?
Pour so much motherf**kin' purple, turn the Fanta grape
Whole pint of Wocky with the seal look like a can of paint
I made a lot of blues f**kin' with that tan and gray
Forty-shot clip in the K, got a banana shape
I put the Quali' over Tris and got a better taste
Before the rap, we had a dope spot, a hundred grams a day
Catch a n***a walkin' out the club, threw a party on him
Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me
My right wrist was lookin' plain, threw a Carti on it
Pop a n***a in the strip club, now the party over
White Wraithy, white seats, threw the Forgis on it
n***as need they kits tested, put a Maury on 'em (Hah)
Heard he a sucker for them hoes, threw a Barbie on him
Goofy n***a thought he was gon' f**k until she called us on him
Shot my b*t*h in her right leg, pulled a Tory on her
You could f**k any b*t*h in Flint if you got forty for her
I heard your mans snitched, told the whole story to 'em
On the 6 with Vezz, sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t
IUR sh*t
You know what the f**k goin' on
