Jack Artist
(专辑: Rich Off Pints - 2021)
Ayy, I'm a
jack artist Yeah, I
mean that literally, bitch, I
jack artists Yeah, I
make that chopper sound like a
'Cat started I
just robbed a
nigga for ten 'bows and got a
trap started Just bought a
case of green pints off the
black market Sold my Ram truck the
other day, I'm 'bout to Trackhawk it He used to have dog shit, now he back walking Nigga raise his voice, I'ma let the
Drakey speak, call that back talking And fuck around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah) I
pour up, then take a
nap and let the
Act' settle (True) He talking crooked, headshot'll leave his hat level I
get tired of fucking up the
chicken, time to stack cheddar The
rap game pay me good, but I'm a
crack seller Legendary, who else you know made a
hundred racks on tether? I
bust a
whole watch down, I
ain't half-stepping That Rio piece twelve racks, you can ask Gary Bitch, I'm really from the
6, yeah, you can ask Terry (6) I
heard you going out of town, I
got a
bag ready Took 75 all the
way, ain't gotta ask Siri Gotta take a
risk to be a
champ, these niggas act scary They say I'm always leaving shit like I
ran a
race How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate? Pour so much motherfucking purple, turn the
Fanta grape Whole pint of Wocky with the
seal look like a
can of paint I
made a
lot of blues fucking with that tan and gray Forty-shot clip in the
K, got a
banana shape I
put the
Quali' over Tris and got a
better taste Before the
rap, we had a
dope spot, a
hundred grams a
day Catch a
nigga walking out the
club, threw a
party on him Catch me walking into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me My right wrist was looking plain, threw a
Carti on it Pop a
nigga in the
strip club, now the
party over White Wraithy, white seats, threw the
Forgis on it Niggas need they kits tested, put a
Maury on 'em (Hah) Heard he a
sucker for them hoes, threw a
Barbie on him Goofy nigga thought he was gon' fuck until she called us on him Shot my bitch in her right leg, pulled a
Tory on her You could fuck any bitch in Flint if you got forty for her I
heard your mans snitched, told the
whole story to 'em On the 6
with Vezz, selling hit pints for Robert Horry numbers Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit IUR shit You know what the
fuck going on