Letras
Yeaaah G
Aye Deeski
Come on mane
You ain't gotta like it cause the bitch gon' love it (Bitch gon' love it)
Watch her get excited, show her ass out in public (Show her ass out in public)
If you gettin money in this bitch, nigga, up it
Fuck a mill ticket, bitch, I'm tryna touch a hunnit
You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gon' love it (The hood gon' love it)
Young nigga, turnt up like I'm Mclovin
One man band, you can call me Jack Ruffin
Fuck yo favorite rapper, they like"Damn, Jack, you buggin"
Is that so?
Bet against the Jack, is you that slow?
Cookin' up some work in the booth, this a crack flow
Talkin' big shit, it's no wonder I'm a asshole
Fake shit talkers, niggas tryna steal the Jack flow
You ain't gotta like me, I'll tell a bitch bite me
Bitch so used, man, she should've been a type beat
Made my own lane, I ain't never been a hype beast
Step up to the mic, I'm a leave it with a white sheet
I need my bitch crazy like Chrisean, pull out yo tooth for me (Pull it out)
You say you got me, make it do what it do for me (Woo)
New money, new tummy, new asshole (New asshole)
Trap money, rap money, new cash flow (Ha)
Chain 'round my neck, get the ho pussy wet (That's right
You don't know Candy, you ain't really from the set (At all)
Sniffin nose candy, whip it with a 80's mix (Skrrt)
About a niggas chips, she'll suck 80 dicks (I like that)
Dead nigga bottle in the booth, Jack pass it to me (Here)
Frank Lucas movie scene, naked bitches baggin' for me
If my name in her phone, probably made a porn with her
I'm a dog off the leash, had to pick a bone with her
Dope sender, baby momma ho bender, bout the dough, I'm a ride on the road with no fender
Man, this niggas raw chicken, what that mean? They so tender
Man, these boys bitch niggas, what that mean? No gender, ha (No gender)