"Jack Artist" lyrics
(feat. Rio Da Yung OG)
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 walkin'
Nigga raise his voice, I'ma let the Drakey speak, call that back talkin'
And fuck around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah)
I pour up, then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True)
He talkin' crooked, headshot'll leave his hat level
I get tired of fuckin' 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-steppin'
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 goin' 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 leavin' shit like I ran a race
How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate?
Pour so much motherfuckin' purple, turn the Fanta grape
Whole pint of Wocky with the seal look like a can of paint
I made a lot of blues fuckin' 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 walkin' out the club, threw a party on him
Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me
My right wrist was lookin' 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, sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit
IUR shit
You know what the fuck goin' on
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 walkin'
Nigga raise his voice, I'ma let the Drakey speak, call that back talkin'
And fuck around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah)
I pour up, then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True)
He talkin' crooked, headshot'll leave his hat level
I get tired of fuckin' 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-steppin'
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 goin' 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 leavin' shit like I ran a race
How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate?
Pour so much motherfuckin' purple, turn the Fanta grape
Whole pint of Wocky with the seal look like a can of paint
I made a lot of blues fuckin' 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 walkin' out the club, threw a party on him
Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me
My right wrist was lookin' 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, sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit
IUR shit
You know what the fuck goin' on
