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Tune In Video (MV)




Performed By: JackSounds
Length: 2:35
Written by: Jack Previte




JackSounds - Tune In Lyrics
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(Jack is producing bangers)
Tune-tune-tuning in, welcome to my station, yeah (Hey)
Need that Calabasas real estate quick, yeah (Quick)
Tryna put a Bentley on the pavement, yeah (Yeah)
You ain't even in the conversation
I... decided to get it
My mind always moving a mile a minute
I'm fly as a pigeon
I swear I just do not get tired of winning inside (Whoa, whoa)
All of the past, you might have to just put it aside, yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Pay stub got a few more digits on it now (Digits)
I can see it in their faces how they're pissed about it now
I insist if you don't know me
Know that you are not the homie (No)
You won't see me living slowly
I think you should listen closely (Listen up)
Know that I was stuck but now the ball is rolling like I'm bowling
Smoking on that guacamole (Smoke)
Watch me rise up like I'm holy, holy (Shit, wow)
F*ck-f*ck around and paint the perfect (Pic)
Yeah, tryna get these haters off my
And we're just getting started (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I know they said I wouldn't but I'm getting it regardless (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Came a long way just to make it where I am and I'm never going back (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(We ain't ever going back)
The way this shit going, I'm on a rocket
All they've been doing is talking, talking
Me, I Migos wit' it, walk it, talk it
See I'm different wit' it, quitting not an option (No)
Really live this shit, my heart is throbbing
I ain't stopping till your jaw is dropping (Whoa)
Went and got it popping, now I'm flossing on 'em (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm the hottest topic, I don't even go into the mall for shopping
I'm about to hit 'em wit' a Kamikaze, shut it down
Kill it long as I'm around (Yeah)
Know that I'm sent here for this so I swing for the fence to get it off the ground (Go)
So much drip that you could drown (Drip)
I am the one who can handle the pressure, I gotta make the city proud
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I gotta do it like that (Like that)
You know I'm going through it like that (Like that)
All this shit I'm talking bout, no cap
Get-get-get the pockets heavy, tryna make it off rap (Whoa)
You know I got the drip on tap (Drip)
You know I gotta live like that
They ain't even coming close to me where I'm at, yeah
The way I'm getting paper, I can never fold it (Nah)
Always kept it real, you know I'm never folding (Yeah)
Now they're watching me to see this shit unfolding (Whoa)
Been a hundred, that's the code that we're upholding (Hundred)
I know that a bigger bag approaching
I just gotta keep up my composure
And we just started, this is far from over
And we're just getting started (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I know they said I wouldn't but I'm getting it regardless (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Came a long way just to make it where I am and I'm never going back
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Jack is producing bangers)
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(Jack is producing bangers)
Tune-tune-tuning in, welcome to my station, yeah (Hey)
Need that Calabasas real estate quick, yeah (Quick)
Tryna put a Bentley on the pavement, yeah (Yeah)
You ain't even in the conversation
I... decided to get it
My mind always moving a mile a minute
I'm fly as a pigeon
I swear I just do not get tired of winning inside (Whoa, whoa)
All of the past, you might have to just put it aside, yeah (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Pay stub got a few more digits on it now (Digits)
I can see it in their faces how they're pissed about it now
I insist if you don't know me
Know that you are not the homie (No)
You won't see me living slowly
I think you should listen closely (Listen up)
Know that I was stuck but now the ball is rolling like I'm bowling
Smoking on that guacamole (Smoke)
Watch me rise up like I'm holy, holy (Shit, wow)
F*ck-f*ck around and paint the perfect (Pic)
Yeah, tryna get these haters off my
And we're just getting started (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I know they said I wouldn't but I'm getting it regardless (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Came a long way just to make it where I am and I'm never going back (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(We ain't ever going back)
The way this shit going, I'm on a rocket
All they've been doing is talking, talking
Me, I Migos wit' it, walk it, talk it
See I'm different wit' it, quitting not an option (No)
Really live this shit, my heart is throbbing
I ain't stopping till your jaw is dropping (Whoa)
Went and got it popping, now I'm flossing on 'em (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm the hottest topic, I don't even go into the mall for shopping
I'm about to hit 'em wit' a Kamikaze, shut it down
Kill it long as I'm around (Yeah)
Know that I'm sent here for this so I swing for the fence to get it off the ground (Go)
So much drip that you could drown (Drip)
I am the one who can handle the pressure, I gotta make the city proud
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I gotta do it like that (Like that)
You know I'm going through it like that (Like that)
All this shit I'm talking bout, no cap
Get-get-get the pockets heavy, tryna make it off rap (Whoa)
You know I got the drip on tap (Drip)
You know I gotta live like that
They ain't even coming close to me where I'm at, yeah
The way I'm getting paper, I can never fold it (Nah)
Always kept it real, you know I'm never folding (Yeah)
Now they're watching me to see this shit unfolding (Whoa)
Been a hundred, that's the code that we're upholding (Hundred)
I know that a bigger bag approaching
I just gotta keep up my composure
And we just started, this is far from over
And we're just getting started (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
I know they said I wouldn't but I'm getting it regardless (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Came a long way just to make it where I am and I'm never going back
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Jack is producing bangers)
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Writer: Jack Previte
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