Amacosa Nostra / The Jux

Ugh
Getting that work
For the block niggas
Yeah
This for the Chevron
Circle K
Starvin Marvin
It's crazy Grinding
Salute ya local 7 11
Tryin to master this thing
Ugh
This how we do this shit
It's about that work
You gotta respect the jux though nigga
Let's get it

So motherfuck you and your feelings
I need the whole thang I got chilluns
I need gold rings and 2 fillings
I need a new ride wit no ceiling puttin in overtime
And you come and see me nigga I'm workin
And if I shoot mine it's on purpose
Let them haters die they deserve it puttin in overtime

Still posted at the Amoco
Judge givin cash 3 numbers in Atlanta so
Fuzz came to smash these niggas squeeze the hammer folk
Warrant in Muskogee but I'm clean in Alabama so
Just name yo thang cocaine cocaine molly
Dope mane no name you rang I came prob'ly
Right next to the blue phone thang I bang proudly
Left of the propane tanks wit a tank top
Rock on
Ashy white ankle marks in my denim
Bred ones cocaine white socks got viles in em
Baby Glock under the rock I tuck away
Since they tried to hit me up at the Circle K just the other day
What you know about bullet shells at Shell
Wit nickel bags for sale hail mary for this mary jane
Rubber bands right next to my pee pee at the BP
See these niggas walkin they ass came for gas
Get ya fill chilly cheese dog and a 8 ball
Crack o noon nigga til day fall hey yall
Weed for my bees and Chuck E Cheese for the the chillun
To see a brick if it kill him or cops peel him what u feelin

So motherfuck you and your feelings
I need the whole thang I got chilluns
I need gold rings and 2 fillings
I need a new ride wit no ceiling puttin in overtime
And you come and see me nigga I'm workin
And if I shoot mine it's on purpose
Let them haters die, they deserve it puttin in overtime

Balmain Jordan 4 chains and 6 watches
2 real 2 fake 1 gold and 5 prolly
Local game fame I hang it in my closet
Right between my noname Chucks and Foamposites
Nike bank and trust take rubbaband deposits
But touche my change remains in my wallet
Who paid the dranks say thanks I can't call it
But my new Gucci shades just said bitch I'm ballin
Pimp in my on mind angel on a broomstick
Limp wit da cold blonde devil on my boomstick
Move when I'm on one I take em by the twos shit
Move to the room put it down til they snoozing
Ooh what it do Insta picture piture me
A king in Faro on the beach
Flag dangling from my knock offs
Guady as fuck wit demagogues and plenty broads
Bottles of Petrus
Hate it coz I'ma let ya

So motherfuck you and your feelings
I need the whol thang I got chilluns
I need gold rings and 2 fillings
I need a new ride wit no ceiling puttin in overtime
And you come and see me nigga I'm workin
And if I shoot mine it's on purpose
Let them haters die they deserve it puttin in overtime

Let them haters die, they deserve it
So don't try me hag I ain't poppin pads I fill Glad bags it ain't worth it
But hold up let me slow it down let me hold it down
Think I need to chill my nigga cause I'm talkin like I'm a killa
But really doe I'm much Illa
I got crack heads in my building
And they got wounds that ain't healing

It seems like everywhere I go people stop and stare at me
And does it seem to you as though I was just not meant to be
But if the man thought me equal life could be so grand