Letras
It's me, JT
Uh, yeah
It's me, JT
Let's go!
Ya'll still fuckin' with autotune
Ain't kill nothin', frontin' your father's tomb
Talkin' 'bout blessed but been a bitch since ya left ya mamma's womb
Talkin' big guns like ya'll walkin' cartoons
Matter fact
I'll hand you the piece, just load up, aim, and I fuckin' peace
But nah, bullet jammed, busted out your gold-plated teeth
I'ma lion in sheep's clothing, fuck some wolves
Ya'll overplayed that too
Just like your girl pop a baby out, and the whole group chat buggin'
Tryin' to figure out who's who talkin' like
"Bro, this you?" (Bro this you) (nah this you!) (this you) (this you)
Fake chains, fake racks, fake streams, fake plaques
Talkin' 'bout the trap, but your mama pay the tax
Flexin' on the 'Gram like you made it out the mud
But your trust fund drop when your daddy pull the plug
Fake flex, fake rep, fake set, fake threats
Talkin' 'bout a body, but your opp ain't dead yet
Fake ice, fake likes, fake flights, fake hype
Talkin' 'bout the top but never been up in that life
(Fake flex, fake rep, fake set, fake threats
Talkin' 'bout a body, but your opp ain't dead yet)
Yeah, flexin' in the spotlight but it's all for show
Livin' for the gram but we already know
Talk a big game but you're moving too slow
(Slow) (Slow) (Slow)
Lights flashin', life crashin', shadow maskin'
You ain't the main attraction
Shut the fuck up
(Shut the fuck up)
(Shut the fuck up)
Say you got racks, but your pockets stay hollow
Actin' like a Don, but your Visa say 'declined tomorrow'
Talkin' 'bout the trap, boy, you wouldn't last a shift
Only bricks you ever touched came wrapped up as a gift
I see through the cap like a fishbowl lens
Sayin' that you slide, but your whip on rent
Talkin' 'bout a body, couldn't box a DM
Only time you hit a lick when you cash out pretend
Fake chains, fake racks, fake streams, fake plaques
Talkin' 'bout the trap, but your mama pay the tax
Flexin' on the 'Gram like you made it out the mud
But your trust fund drop when your daddy pull the plug
Fake flex, fake rep, fake set, fake threats
Talkin' 'bout a body, but your opp ain't dead yet
Fake ice, fake likes, fake flights, fake hype
Talkin' 'bout the top but never been up in that life
(Fake flex, fake rep, fake set, fake threats
Talkin' 'bout a body, but your opp ain't dead yet
Fake ice, fake likes, fake flights, fake hype
Talkin' 'bout the top but never been up in that life)
Boy, your diamonds came from Shein, quit the act
Told the jeweler "make it dance," now your wrist turnin' black
Talkin' 'bout the streets, but your GPS on home
Talkin' 'bout the beam, but your clips all Chrome
Say you countin' stacks, couldn't count past ten
Say you run the game, you just run to your fans
Beggin' for a feature, I should charge by the cap
Matter fact, I should tax every lie in your raps
(your raps)
You know what, ya'll ain't even on my level
Turn up the treble, we switching genres
Cawn, get 'em
You ain't the main attraction
Shut the fuck up and get down to the floor
And drop it, drop it low
Hit the bass, bass
Let's go
You fake flexin'
We, we two steppin'
Drop it
You fake flexin'
Fake fake flexin'
We two steppin'
We, we two steppin'
Drop it
You fake flexin'
Fake fake flexin'
We, we two steppin'
We, we two steppin'
You ain't the main attraction
Shut the fuck up and get down to the floor
Fake chains, fake racks, fake streams, fake plaques
Talkin' 'bout the trap, but your mama pay the tax
Flexin' on the 'Gram like you made it out the mud
But your trust fund drop when your daddy pull the plug
Fake flex, fake rep, fake set, fake threats
Talkin' 'bout a body, but your opp ain't dead yet
Fake ice, fake likes, fake flights, fake hype
Talkin' 'bout the top but never been up in that life
JT out
JT out
I'm Captain Jack Taylor