Jack Boys

I'm emotionless you niggas out here motionless

(My nigga Lee we got another one)
Niggas out here motionless
I'm emotionless you niggas out here
I'm emotionless you niggas out here

I'm emotionless you niggas out here motionless
Jack boys plotting so be careful when you posting us
Can't imagine being with no bitch who don't suck dick
I sell blues and minus the fent don't need my fiends sick
I need 'em copping from me not dead
Next year summer twenty three drop head
Just let em know I rap if you talking to the Feds
She know I'm chasing stacks when I'm hopping out the bed
If we talking grams or the scams I done did em both
If I get a Wock point sell a twelve keep a four
If we talking about the streets it ain't shit I ain't seen before
I was in my early teens started dealing blow

Blessed not lucky, I got this shit from hustling
Louis plaid shirt, it's two hundred every button
She blow me when I call I don't take her out in public
If you see me in a rental just know I'm up to something
Made a habit outta turning one to four
I guess I'm selling blow if this rap shit don't blow
She seen me scoop a fifty that's the day yo bitch chose
Niggas catch a case go to court and hit notes
There and back ain't no point in being home
Niggas know I'm living shit I'm putting in these songs
Just looked in my closet it's a hundred worth of clothes
These niggas looking bad need to give they ass a loan

These niggas run over tell em go and get a job
Just know I'm scooping twenty every time I come outside
She know I'm out here serving all she wanna do is ride
Imma beat her to the ground make her yell free the guys
Money lacking ass niggas gone get off a nigga dick
Only playing wit a nickel but be capping like he rich
Keep a bad bitch counting while I'm packaging these zips
Making all this dirty money I just wanna go legit
Run off wit some work I bet his mama pay for it
Send a hundred in his crib man somebody pray for him
If it's money on the flo I'm leaving the state for it
Hot as hell on seventy five I'm dodging the state boys

She want my heart all day wait for it
Pray for his appeal when he see the state board
Sneakers Lanvin I don't skateboard
Used to have money problems we ain't having em no more

Make at least twenty when I cross state lines
Ten percent of five racks opps can't even make bond
When I'm chilling on my patio I'm staring at a pond
Bad bitch on my hip every time I come outside

I was in my early twenty's running thru thirty P's
Get em gone the same day tell em bring some more of these
Big Prezi on my wrist cost a nigga fifty G's
Switching lanes on the Lodge getting head in a sleeve
Can you turn this up?



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Writer(s): Malik Mccalister
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