Slow down! Slow down!

Eh, we’re going to slow this one down real quick

You know, hey Jakki you with me?

Hope you still with me

We got open beers in the car

As you know

C-Write

Jakki

Eh, I’m a spit it like this

Check it out

I’m a spew the fire

[Verse 1 - Copywrite]

The flow solid ice

So I spit frigid plus

Gettin’ sick with it

With a temperature above six digits

Get it? Don’t see jump

I’m married to the game

No prenup, if she dump me

She giving cheese up

Got amnesia

You not remember, then it’s C dog

I stomp you with my Timberland

Show you the real d-club

Fortis memberment’s a fool

Membership, join now

And get your boy blao

To cut the noise out

You trembling

Like a demon in Christ’s presence

If I bought you a pair of Jordan’s

You wouldn’t have mic presence

Y’all mic peasants

I might bless it

Might

Who are we kidding?

But in return you might

End up with all your jewelry missing

Might

Who are we kidding again?

I’m such a joker

Such a smoker

Pick a chick up

In a Mr. Frosty

Chuck’n poker

You think you’re hot?

You’re not, stop lying

Me, myself, I’m on fire

Smoke alarms go off when I walk by ‘em

No match for me, so mad at me

Cause I’m young

Grindin’ harder than a coke addicts teeth

If I had a penny for each time they blaspheme the chant

I be wiping my ass clean with grants

But if they want war

Lets go ADT best be on they rest

Cause I take it way beyond they thres-

-Hold, just know, play flying the S

Best be on they chest

I have you rapping through a wire

Like you Kanye West

[Verse 2 - Jakki Tha Motamouth]

I’m screwing your dame

Six millas ruined your game

I cheat on my bitch

I kill her if she doin’ the same

Motamouth giving cyphers

With ridiculous axe

Not rappin’ just smackin’

Any nigga that raps

Pass your chick

You all wild?

Grab your click

I’m a take your dogs out

Like they had to shit

Ask your bitch

I’m people why she stand with the kid?

She want me to ice her wrist

I throw her hands in the fridge

I’m a cheapskate

Boo when they cost me the date

In church

Stick IOU’s in the offering plate, a jerk

Pick my own booze when it comes to communion

Pick my own ruse, hoe pregnant

Then her stomach I’m bruisin’

I got you pissed

Please dog you got me bit

Hell yeah I lock lips with yo’ sloppy bitch

And you ain’t doing shit except looking a fool

Looking a prude, that you could fuck with me

But lookin’ for dudes, to jump me

Nah, it ain’t even poppin’ like that

Punks weak and box more than three bots with a gat

Stale flow, soldier with you

Hell grows colder

We collaborating, good news

Hell froze over

Fiend to be raw

I could do this dude with one mutter

You easily solved

Like a Rubik’s cube with one colour

Heaven or the mean place

Got me deeply debatin’

Go to hell with a brief case

I got a meetin’ with Satan

Whoa whoa buddy slow down!

You see that cop?

You see that cop?

Uh, that was a toy cop

I’m drunk

Pass that

Shit, Cruise Control y’all

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