Jacks In The Box

(My nigga Lee I think we got another one)

You ever met a nigga like me, I doubt it
When I'm on phone to order jacks, I'm proper
Had to kick yo bitch to the curb, she obnoxious
Imma get us all out the hood, on my mama
You ever met a nigga like me, I doubt it
When I'm on phone to order jacks, I'm proper
Had to kick yo bitch to the curb, she obnoxious
Imma get us all out the hood, on my mama

Dolla after dolla
Stack penny after penny
All these niggas hate me cause they bitches fuck wit me
Just made 80 racks imma go and tuck 60
Scooped a 100 jacks off of Whitney ask Renny
Niggas talking down to these hoes cause they jealous
Had 10 pair of Miris when these niggas wore Embellish
Niggas ain't got cars that's the reason that they stepping
Yo mans died a lame please don't call that man a legend
Just blew 5 racks I don't even like Fendi
I can cop Givenchy member back when I was dingy
I shared hella sauce niggas still was acting stingy
These niggas can't run through that pape they gotta limit
Any bitch get on my nerve getting kicked to the curb
Hate a begging ass broke bitch them the worst
Ain't gotta dolla to they name but want a purse
Bitch ain't getting shit outta me you gotta work

You ever met a nigga like me, I doubt it
When I'm on phone to order jacks, I'm proper
Had to kick yo bitch to the curb, she obnoxious
Imma get us all out the hood, on my mama
You ever met a nigga like me, I doubt it
When I'm on phone to order jacks, I'm proper
Had to kick yo bitch to the curb, she obnoxious
Imma get us all out the hood, on my mama

Thousand after thousand
Yeah Benji after Benji
When bitches see me out yeah them hoes get in a frenzy
Top off in the winter yeah Gucci in a Bentley
You won't ever see me out the crib if I ain't got the Blicky
I ain't never need no nigga
I ain't never need no bitch
It's a dub in my pocket I a go blow this shit
In a rush to that page get in my way you getting blitzed
Finna fly to Columbia like where them bricks
They ain't ever been out the country in Ocean View Suites
Just ordered 20 jacks wit Verizon yeah they too sweet
They shut down Brians Club who got the new link
Every day I'm dripping walking round like a broke sink
Niggas had all of that pape now they fucked up
Niggas had all damn day you still ain't made nothing
I make 50k every time I feel a wave coming
Drop bags on niggas head yeah you can say I waste money

You ever met a nigga like me, I doubt it
When I'm on phone to order jacks, I'm proper
Had to kick yo bitch to the curb, she obnoxious
Imma get us all out the hood, on my mama
You ever met a nigga like me, I doubt it
When I'm on phone to order jacks, I'm proper
Had to kick yo bitch to the curb, she obnoxious
Imma get us all out the hood, on my mama



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Writer(s): Richie Gibbs
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