J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's J's J's J's J's J's J's J's

J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's J's J's J's J's J's J's J's

I ain't gotta touch the dope

I be middle mannin'

Boy it's levels to this shit

That shit come from planning

Running plays thru the days

Just to get paid

I'm a hustla nigga

And It ain't no other way

Nigga I be bout my business

Like I'm Gary V

I left my side bitch alone

She takin' bout marry me

I got a shooter that'll take the charge

El Debarge

Don't let em fool ya

I keep guns on me

Like a Sarge

Magic city got them one's on me

Like I'm Nelly

Been working working out

A lil bit more

I'm trying to lose my belly

I got a hunnid pairs of J's

In the shoe box

Got a 30 round clip

In my new Glock

Flipping bricks

Toting them sticks

I'm on yo block

Watch yo energy my boy

Cause you make me nervous

They be quick to turn state

That's that Fed service

Came runnin' out the gate straight

No swervin'

J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's J's J's J's J's J's J's J's

J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's J's J's J's J's J's J's J's

J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's J's J's J's J's J's J's J's

J's at my door

J's on my feet

Got em lining up

Down the street

For bout a week

J's J's J's J's J's J's J's J's