Jerk

Damn

Damn

I ain' have no tec' so I'm sippin' on some
Heard he want my neck we might hit em' wit' that
Oxy got me rollin' feel that perky' in my chest
We gon' get em' gone we gon' leave that boy stretched

My bitch a CNA she gon' give me that script
Okay
Told her s'il vous plait bitch come gimmie' that neck
Okay
Ain' no way boy you get to them racks
No way
Bitch you betta' know how to swim if you wan' ride my wave

I just made a couple racks on a microphone
Put some purple and some red in my Styrofoam
You might think I'm Chris Breezy way I'm fightin' hoes
Put some money on yo' head wack em', get em' gone

I might take the script and bust it
I just went to Saks and I spent it like its nothing
Jumped inside the cat I'm on the way, bitch I'm coming
These hoes on my jack always askin' me for something

Jumped in the cat this bitch go "purrrr"
My life is so mink and so is my fur
I got carti' on my glasses like a nerd
We gon' hit you wit' that Souja Boy
That thing that make you jerk

Jerk
Jerk
Bitch Jerk

Jerk
Jerk
Bitch Jerk

Jerk
Jerk
Bitch Jerk

Throw that money in the air
I told my bitch to twerk
25/8 I'm in the studio puttin' work
I'm on some dirty drugs It's overtime
I put my name on the Jers'
Boy you don' sell no drugs
When you flippin' burgers is when you serve

I must have Parkinson's
These bitches keep gettin' on my nerves
I'm on the top floor wit a bad bitch
I swear this bitch the worst
We cannot get no job
So we gotta' make this rap shit work
I'm in the pent sippin' on some raw
You don' know how much it's worth

I ain' have no tec' so I'm sippin' on some
Heard he want my neck we might hit em' wit' that
Oxy got me rollin' feel that perky' in my chest
We gon' get em' gone we gon' leave that boy stretched



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Writer(s): Victor Adkins
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