Jack Sipper (Freestyle)

South

I be jack sippin
I move different
How you figure
My tool missing
Too hot to touch
I'm tryna fuck
But if the pussy trash
I boo bitches
Who invited you new niggaz
Talk shit but want pictures
These gold chains
Make em think thangs
But it's a known fact I pull blickers
Big shout outs to my real niggaz
In a cage or in a box
My heart cold damn near froze
See a opp I'll spin the block

I don't need a chain
I don't need no watch
But I'll take a key
And I'll make it lock
I might catch beef
Up in the streets
Make the deal sweet
And throw in some glocks
It's only one of I
Like Fetty Wap
Got a wet beard
When she fed me Wap
My Rutgers chick
Got me buying stock
My south bitch still gang bang
I'm surprised she ain't get me shot
There's many times
She had the drop
That's loyalty
Money on Ya books
And ya lawyer fees
Never need a bitch
I need more of weed
A badd Amazon
What you order me
I had a good year
I can afford the fee
Bitch play games
Act accordingly
Aint come to party
It's the cake for me
Never chase birds
It's the bread they seek
Aint come to party
It's the cake for me
Never chase birds
It's bread they seek



Credits
Writer(s): Tyshon Mclaughlin
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