J.O.B Interview (feat. Cartel Cowboy)
Makaveli Makaveli
I stay with the pressure it's gettin hot up in the telle
She dug my yadigs that's why she's always hot and ready
I could take care of the kids
As long as they know I ain't the pappy
Stuck on the mids
You know the makeover be real happy
Had to stop bussing fits
Because the birds would get to flapping
Had to stop kicking it
Because the friends would get to capping
They gon see how I switch
Becausethe boy with Mr. Lavish
Young rich nigga
Got addicted to the trapping
Had to cross some niggas over
I'm bipolar shit just happens
I don't need good reason
if you sneeze I get to spazzing
I don't care what you believe in
I'll have them demons snatching
Kill spitta
My rhymes a kill shot
I kill litter
Find time to dig mine
Dimes in a river
Not committing crimes
When I'm riding with my strippers
Kung fu kicker
Enforcing martial law all hands no triggers
Okay it's Mister Mister
Bitch I came to diss ya
Callin up my hitters
Been thinking of kawaii
But I'm out here in the chi With my Niggas
Spittin raw shit
We hit the wall with it
Going wild Tarzan
Y'all gon need a heart scan
Plan to get dope
While you other niggas Broke
I'm stackin mine Smoke a O to fly
And I fine dine with your wife cus she a fine dime
Smoke to get High all the time
Smoke to get by
Bitch I'm on my job all the time
Bitch I'm on my job
Bitch I'm on my job on my job
Bitch I'm on my job
Bitch I'm on my job
I stay with the pressure it's gettin hot up in the telle
She dug my yadigs that's why she's always hot and ready
I could take care of the kids
As long as they know I ain't the pappy
Stuck on the mids
You know the makeover be real happy
Had to stop bussing fits
Because the birds would get to flapping
Had to stop kicking it
Because the friends would get to capping
They gon see how I switch
Becausethe boy with Mr. Lavish
Young rich nigga
Got addicted to the trapping
Had to cross some niggas over
I'm bipolar shit just happens
I don't need good reason
if you sneeze I get to spazzing
I don't care what you believe in
I'll have them demons snatching
Kill spitta
My rhymes a kill shot
I kill litter
Find time to dig mine
Dimes in a river
Not committing crimes
When I'm riding with my strippers
Kung fu kicker
Enforcing martial law all hands no triggers
Okay it's Mister Mister
Bitch I came to diss ya
Callin up my hitters
Been thinking of kawaii
But I'm out here in the chi With my Niggas
Spittin raw shit
We hit the wall with it
Going wild Tarzan
Y'all gon need a heart scan
Plan to get dope
While you other niggas Broke
I'm stackin mine Smoke a O to fly
And I fine dine with your wife cus she a fine dime
Smoke to get High all the time
Smoke to get by
Bitch I'm on my job all the time
Bitch I'm on my job
Bitch I'm on my job on my job
Bitch I'm on my job
Bitch I'm on my job
Credits
Writer(s): Jylon Daniels, Jared Gordon
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