BRETT (x3)

Yung Jak

[Verse]

No 9 - 5 I get that bread

Mix up with parmesan

Fucking up commas

Every time I step in

What I’m bout

Fuck nigga play with gang

You know it’s up

He going down fasho

No I’m bout that cash

Ion got no envy for

No broke ass

I got that pole

I double back on

All these opps

I spin they block fasho

Mike Amiri 20 racks

I’m 4PF like baby

I’m back in the cut

Like I never left

I just copped a pint

I play my shit on stage

You know it jump

Like trampoline

I pop my shit vlone

Ion need nobody

But the guys

And back in

The penitentiary

You know it’s free the bro’s

On foe nem got that blick

On me I’m tryna buss that

Christian Louboutin

When I step out we

Stoned like David

Audi RS 7 on

The track

I’m switching lanes

Backwood stuff gelato

Ain’t nobody high as me

Birkin bag aside my

Bitch my Glock in her

Possession

You know I drop that

Addy she pull up

She get that bussin

Popping percocets

Like I ain’t tryna

Live no more

I just throw it back

Ex bitch she a throwback

I’m in that 325 I’m doing

Donuts on these hoe

Steve Jobs that apple

Ain’t fall too far

Right from that treetop

Molly in my cup you know

I’m sippin on that

Hi tech

I just made a play

I had to exit ‘fore

They tell on me

Phony

Nigga’s switching up

When they get to that

Backend first

Murda dance you know

We put him up he

Got that led

Woofin on that net

We told that boy

Come pick yo’ mans up

Fo’ Five

Got it on me hanging

Out my waistline

Nigga don’t want no

Static when we pull up

Know it’s blitz

She got on top

Of me get to the

Riding and I’m bussin

Yung Jak!