Turpentine

(álbum: BO JACKSON - 2021)

Ch-ch
Yeah, uh
Where we at?
Bo Jack
Let's get it
Uh

This that bricktionary slingo (Yeah), I mix and mingle with my gringo (Ayy)
Was just me and my dog, his name was Bingo (Let's get it)
B-I-N-G-O, three five extendo roll (Grr)
Fancy footwork, was tapping on it with my tippy-toes
Really she a ballerina, boy met world after Topanga
Told me she love dirty dancing, we did the Macarena
Whipped her back in shape so quick, you would've thought she had a trainer (Skrrt, skrrt)
All I needed was a Pyrex pot, a beaker, and a strainer
Look both ways before you think of crossing me, it's dangerous
Jermaine, Jerome, McNichols, my defence attorney on retainer (Mafia)
Why they searching far and wide, looking for the perpetrator?
He was just working my line, now today, we perfect strangers (Blockworks)
First come, first serve, first in line (Yeah), serving birds of the shine
Cleaner than some turpentine (Brra), off of North and 39
Way before the kid was signed (Uh-huh), I had the best hand
Had the royal flush, four of a kind, what else?

Hard times out here, that's where we at
Hard times got a nigga in all black
Who run the streets first
I'm going Jack for that silver pack, where it's at

Wolfgang Grill with Jibril in that 850
Brick of bull dagger, jugging seals out in Bay City
Fuck chiming in, Bo Jackson got that straight drizzy
Clucks dialing in, phone tapped, line stay busy
Four phones ringing in the council, I'm a real gritter
Prices cut in half on them blues like a pill splitter
Serving Dorothy Toto got her heels clicking
Name ringing bells, ain't no such thing as self-proclaimed real niggas

Fallen on hard times
All fucked up
Take us off the street, ain't that right, papi
Right

[?] be phoning home, talking all mixy 'bout them raw brickies (Damn)
Ever since I lost my dog Trixie, shit be crawfishy (Cause)
With that pixie dust, serve you with even hands
Seven grams'll get you in the game, just bring me a band
Ducking Captain Hook and the Pirates of the Caribbean (Uh)
Feds tryna send me to Neverland on the Peter Pan (My dad)
What we been seeing on this private jet, I'ma need a xan (A barbie doll)
Sleep before we take off, just waking up after we land
All money, no valve of lean, I buy Celine them yams
This VLONE tee the only time you gon' see me with friends
Helicopter sound like propeller when I swing this chopper (Brr)
Clean a nigga clock, don't know if he a opp or he a fan (Brr)
A1 yola, Faygo cola, game time, MVP, the fam (Brra)
Selling coke, but at the same time, was building me a brand
Times done got so hard, need a new line on them kilograms (Locked)
Been fucked up since El Chapo got locked up, they need to free that man