Jamflex

[Jake Hill:]
Alright Pinecone I got a song for you to get on
[Lil Pinecone:]
What!
[Jake Hill:]
It's real ignorant, just like you like it
Doesn't have any real meanings
[Lil Pinecone:]
Oh so now you want me get on the track after 8 months
"Oh my name Jake Hill, all my songs 'bout being sad"
[Jake Hill:]
Shut up dude, I thought we'd do a song together cause everybody misses you
I mean we don't have to if you don't want to
[Lil Pinecone:]
Hell nah! Drop dat shiet
[Jake Hill:]
Alright here it goes
[beat starts]
[Lil Pinecone:]
Man what the fuck kinda beat dis is?
[Jake Hill:]
It's all good, just, do it

Ya
Ey
Run up on em like its 06
Kidz ranqe
I been stacking up the mils
Keep em piled in the bank
Pinecone Jake hill
Yeah we going super saiyan
Farming all the gp like
I'm venezuelan
I been stacking up the profit
Ain't stopping no competition
Fuck a city ima run up
In the wildy and get it
I keep it rolling
With the motherfucking squad
300
Leonidas kick em to the
Bottom of the summit
Gold wrapped around my whip
Ain't talking cars, from the abyss
We been at the top
We ain't ever gonna plummit
Try to catch me slipping
Then we sending you to lumbridge
God damn
Know we had to do it to em
On the side walk
Hands lock
I don't conversate
I let the bands talk
Pinecone gang
We gon yell it til' the end
Taking over never quit
Then we do it all again
Yeah

[Lil Pinecone:]
Man you got me fu'ed up rapping bout video games 'n shit
[Jake Hill:]
Just trust me dude. Just do your verse
[Lil Pinecone:]
Hell naw I ain't gonn'
[Jake Hill:]
Do you want money, or not?
[Lil Pinecone:]
Man, fuck!

Ya
Ey
Pinecone, ya
My gun go blat
My car go nyerm
Ion't want you bitch she fat
In my hood I flip dem brick
Fuck da' police ain't no snitch
Lil Pinecone I'm my own shoota
Only care 'bout the money imma rob da jewler
Ol' stanky ass hoe in my inbox
She got crusty toes in dem flip flops
Pinecone fuck you ba'y mamma
Your girlfriend look like a baby llama
Talk dat shit imma run up on 'em
Bust dat clip den you a goner
I ain't fuckin roun' imma OG
Errbody in da hood dey know me
Pay up cuz you owe me
Trap all day it's OT
Ya

You nerdy ass mother fucka' gimme my god damn money
Next time you ask me to do a song, it better not be 'bout no stupid ass game
[door slams]