Jacko - Drop Dead (feat. TyNotAgain) Lyrics

Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop

Shot an op now we runnin' up his pockets yeah (Blah)

Hit him once then hit him twice cause he keep talking yeah (Woah)

Trigger finger want the smoke so I'd watch ya tone (Blah)

Tell your boy to watch his back I just hit up his phone

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(Drop dead, drop dead)

Heard your boy was talking so my pistol did it's thing
Now my dawgs all in your city and they ready to go play
And they ready to go play
And they ready to go
(unload the clip)
If we don't trust you then you gonna feel the round
Careful who you messing with or else you'll end up in the ground
You'll end up in the ground
You'll end up in the ground

Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop

(Woah)
Runnin' his block
Run up on him yeah I put him on Fox
Run up on me and this stick gonna pop
I'm bumping this song the next time I get aux
I'm mocking the dead
But only if they was the mother f*ckers tryna mock us
I'm feeling robust
I'll slide any day of the week and this glocky gonna make you adjust
I'll slide again
But this time I'll bring a friend
It's me and Jacko on the trend
My only intention is to hit you with extensions
You don't deserve my attention
Why you pretending
Like we don't have any beef
Cause you know we got hella tension
And no need to mention
I'm keeping my promise on pending
Old generation is ending

(It's definitely ending)
(Yeah)
(It's definitely ending)
(Just drop dead already)
(Yeah)

Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop
Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop

(Blah)
Deal with my problems with sticks
But my bars take your life like a lick (Blah)
You did all you could
The name might be Jack but its Wick when I'm dealing with people for good (Blah)
They said that I'm talentless but when I spit I got all them swallowing tongues
So I told them be quiet and keep to they guns
And they all know better than trying to test me since they all my sons (Blah)

I'm done with the bitches with me in they mouth
Keep talking bout Jack your career is going south
Still speaking that shit so I'd stay in your house
Cause if I catch you then your blood will be dowsed
Murderous tendencies is how I'm known best
The cops can not save you I killed all the rest (Blah)

Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop (Blah)

Open your mouth and Jack will make sure that your whole body is covered in red (Blah)

Drop, dead, drop, dead, drop (Blah)

Talk on my name one more time and I'll be the last thing you see as you drop dead (Blah)