(Jizzy Lex]
Im with this bitch she Jamaican
Chillin with my niggas these boys some Haitians
I was just broke i was patiently waiting
Lost track of the time
My bitch she impatient
Big bag
Talkin duffle bag
I hop on a flight to get them racks
Ppp hittin
Ion fuck with that
I just sell grass to get the bag
Double back
My prices is low know you fuck with that
Baby daddy reup thru a dike
I know he mad
I just swerved off in a foreign
Did the dash
But you cannot forget i was down bad
Really bad
They ain’t have no sympathy then
They just wanna come round cause a nigga getting ends
Ghost ride the whip
When i was in a Honda
To me it felt like a Bеnz
That dike was talkin down bout me scammin
No parlay
That ain’t funny
My dawg come lay you down with a big tool
Haha , that ain't funny
Stay in yo lanе jit
Dont get out of line
My nigga go ape shit
Donkey kong No play shit
Straight erase shit
Knock that boi
Right off the map
His family traumatized
His ass done got splattt
Yo bitch was out here cheatin
Her pussy tight
You know i fuck with that
Hit her from the back with the double tap
Once i get her to the room
She ain’t Coming back
So don’t let yo bitch off the leash
I promise she gone once she see me
They counted me out now they see it
Im running it up they can't believe it
Im with this bitch she Jamaican
Chillin with my niggas these boys some Haitians
I was just broke i was patiently waiting
Lost track of the time
My bitch she impatient
Big bag
Talkin duffle bag
I hop on a flight to get them racks
Ppp hittin
Ion fuck with that
I just sell grass to get the bag
(John Wicks]
Im used to the trap
I was on go
I stayed on the road
Young nigga kicked doors
Keep it on the low
Ion tell jokes
I was broke lookin funny
2015 that was me really gunnin
You can ask my cousin
We all from the hood
Where everybody hungry
Had to go dumb when you chasin that money
Dont play with me hunny
Nigga couldn’t wait to put the pistol to ya stomach
If the rap dont work im coming for ya [?]
You already know john wicks ain’t running
Gunning at ya cousin
Mr lay ya down I’m coming for ya money
Yo trap won't move
If you niggas ain’t frontin
Ima buy 9
You better gimme 10
My niggas up the road tryna feed they fam
My bitch with pole she gone let it bang
Ima real king you can call [?] brown Gotti
AR 15 hit ya here from the lobby
380 on me extra clip fa ya partna
Do-re-mi you better not pop up
Ima slaughter gang
My nigga 21
26 round me
My niggas shoot for lunch
You better not run
My niggas really problems
Them Haitians don’t play
Don’t play with my zombies