I done see bout 50,000, now I'm tryna be rich
Posted up with all them shooters, we got cooling kits
I feel like I'm Ken Carson cause I'm high as shit
JB stand for Jack boy, we gone make a hit
Hit
Posted up in Bama, feel like Nick, we send that blitz
Posted with my twin, yeah, and we tryna be rich
We got the same gen, yeah, and it is the fifth
Bad bitch from Virginia, can you suck my dick?
I don't wanna be friends, yeah
You gone let me hit?
Poppin' percs like Tylenol, I be seeing shit
She said, do you love me? I can't love no bitch
He claim that he blrd gang, he ain't got no switch
I just wanna run it up, put ice up on my wrist
I don't really trip about a bitch
They just told me, nah, you cannot quit
She said, Jack, I really love your whip
If you wanna play, make him flip
Choppa hit him up, that's a clip
Call it Beyblade, ima let it rip
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, hit
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Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, hit
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Baby, you gone love me now
Off white kicks, you abandon me
He said he couldn't find his target
Go ahead, pass that ho to me
Heard that boy, he got a problem
Choppa give him gun disease
I'm not really worried about you, if you not about that bag
Riding foreign Audi, yeah, twin just want the jag
Yeah, I go by Jack boy, I just love my cash
They just wanna hate on us, I know why they mad
BTA goin' up, yeah, that's belt to ass
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, hit
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Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, hit